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Sexual Healing
Sad stories and otherwise freaky tales from Florida's last sexual surrogate
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Backbreaker
A half-kilo of blow, machine-gun blasts, and a millionaire chiropractor. Does this make sense?
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Switch Hitter
Before swinging a bat in a lesbian softball league, pick a side. Gay or straight? Or something else?
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To Hug a Porcupine
Three little boys set out to destroy the parents who loved them. This isn't how adoption is supposed to work.
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Hanging Chads
Nothing spices up a storyline like QB Controversy
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Hanging Chads
Nothing spices up a storyline like QB Controversy
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Body & Soul
Claire Chafee may be the perfect playwright for Sol Theatre
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Art Finds a Way
Shattered mirror, raining jellyfish, delicate entrails: harsh images made beautiful at the Museum of Art
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Bad Sex
With Blowing Whistles, Sol Theatre gives the bad news about good times
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Fuzzy, Fuzzy Fuzz
The Women's Theatre Project's True Blue leaves us truly blue. And confused.
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Published on March 09, 2006
However, these spheres each sing roughly the same note of sad resignation tinged with warmly humorous reflection that results in hours of watch-checking repetition. Sure, the play's resolution is that there is no resolution when it comes to the entrapment of being a Catholic mother in Northern Ireland. But surgical removal of about 30 minutes of those spheres would still get you there.