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<title>#1446 &#8212; Hale from Trifles by Susan Glaspell</title>
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<description>&quot;HALE: Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes. We came along the road from my place and as I got here I said, I'm going to see if I can't get John Wright to go in with me on a party telephone.' I spoke to&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#2121 &#8212; Mrs. Hale from Trifles by Susan Glaspell</title>
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<description>&quot;I wonder how it would seem never to have had any children around. (Pause) No, Wright wouldn't like the bird--a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too. I knew John Wright. 
If there'd been years and years of nothing, then a bird to sing to you&#8230;&quot;</description>
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