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The Understudy Always Knows the Lines

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I ball it up and throw it away. Stupid prank. First night is tomorrow. I can do this. / At 3am I wake up. The note is back on my mirror. Flat, smoothed out.

Every time I hide it, it comes back. On the mirror. In my pocket. Under my pillow. The handwriting gets shakier. Last note just says: 'I'm sorry. She won't let me warn you anymore.'

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Opening night. The theatre's packed. Lights come up. I step into scene 1 and my mouth opens. But it's not my voice. It's hers. Lenore's. I can't stop it. / The audience leans forward. They want more.

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Hana Kim
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