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Overwhelmingly true. (In my head, at least,) I am primarily a writer, but I have done a lot of acting and theatre work in the past, and if I only learned one thing from my experiences with both acting and writing, it’s just this. The only reason beauty exists is because of days, months, years of painful, brutal practice.

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