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“You know, I've buried so many of my friends, I got callouses on my hands from carrying caskets. Folks my age, or who would be my age. It's tough, sometimes, just not to find people you can sit with, talk to.”

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Tracy Letts
Tracy Letts

Tracy Letts, born on July 4, 1965, is an accomplished American playwright known for his realistic style and profound character development. His works, including 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' and 'The Chicago 7,' have garnered widespread acclaim and have had a significant impact on contemporary theater. more

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