What We Left Unscripted
What We Left Unscripted Act I: The Screening The basement theater in Logan Square smelled like old carpet and microwaved popcorn and the particular brand of exhaustion that comes from spending your Saturday night in a room with twenty-seven other people who care more about independent film than most of the world does. Kate Brennan sat in the last row, her coat pulled tight around her...
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