She took a deep breath.
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The Unwritten Act
Sonia, perched on a trunk labeled "COSTUMES - 1998," adjusted her spectacles. They were taped at the bridge. "Waiting is the only thing we're good at, Vanya. It's our craft." She smiled a small, brave smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I've been waiting for a bus that doesn't come for forty-two years. I'm practically a Zen master." She took a deep breath