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“Eddie: You don’t have any feelings at all. Phil: I don’t have your feelings, Eddie; that’s all. I have my own, they get me by.”

Quote by David Rabe

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Hurlyburly

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David Rabe
David Rabe

David Rabe is an American playwright known for his profound insights into modern life and critical explorations of social issues. His works are typically presented in a realistic style, delving into themes such as family, politics, and morality. more

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