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“You not the only one who's got wants and needs. But I held on to you, Troy. I took all my feelings, w=my wants and needs, my dreams... and I buried them inside you....Cause you was my husband.”

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Book:Fences

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Fences

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August Wilson
August Wilson

August Wilson was a renowned American playwright, born on April 27, 1945, and passed away on October 2, 2005. His works are known for their deep exploration of American black history in the 20th century, shedding light on racial, class, and social issues. more

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