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“They're the perfect loving fam'ly, so adoring... And I love them ev'ry day of ev'ry week. So my son's a little shit, my husband's boring, And my daughter, though a genius, is a freak.”

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Brian Yorkey

Brian Yorkey is an American playwright known for his profound emotional depth and complex character development. His works often explore social and personal conflicts, as well as the exploration of identity, love, and family. more

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