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EXT. HILL – NIGHT A girl stands on a hill, which looks over the suburbs and streets below. The street lights illuminate giving a beautiful orangey glow to the view. ALEX, 15, wears a big coat wrapped around her petite body and a blue beanie with strands of mousy brown hair peaking out. She hops
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Mr Bobo has no real name. I call him Mr Bobo when referring to him to friends or when I’m needing to name him. He was so full of life, character, and quirkiness, but he could not be labelled. “Do you mind me asking your name?” I asked politely, one quiet Sunday morning. “I do
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Starting something is always difficult for me. Whether it be a project, a run (sorry that is a flat lie. I don’t run, I walk at an accelerated pace) or even a new tv show, taking the first step to actually begin is the most treacherous ordeal for me. My Dad had always told me
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There is so much noise in the world, so the last thing I feel like doing is adding to it. I’ve always been quiet. Often described as shy. I hate that word. It implies it is my fault. Perhaps if everyone else would shut up for a second, they finally understand that I’m not shy.
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This is a comedy sketch I wrote last year for a University Revue that never quite happened. Please note: All characters to be played by women ~ DAMO scrolls through Instagram on his phone. JACKO sips a protein shake and lifts a weight. SPAZ drinks a VB and wears a tshirt that says ‘STRAYAS MOST
India Alessandra 