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	<title>Nicholas Thurkettle &#187; Peoria</title>
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		<title>Nobody here but us ghosts</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[Writing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[10-minute plays]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bradley University]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Peoria]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m in Peoria, Illinois, in the upstairs lobby of Bradley&#8217;s theatre building &#8211; the Hartmann Center for the Performing Arts. I remember quite distinctly that there were not computers just laying around for anyone to use back when I was here. I do remember there was an excellent little crash couch on this spot, and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m in Peoria, Illinois, in the upstairs lobby of Bradley&#8217;s theatre building &#8211; the Hartmann Center for the Performing Arts. I remember quite distinctly that there were not computers just laying around for anyone to use back when I was here. I do remember there was an excellent little crash couch on this spot, and that at one overnight lock-in we set up a Nintendo 64 and played Mario Kart from it in the wee hours.</p>
<p>The students are all running around rehearsing the tech schedule for the shows tonight; walking through lighting changes and furniture moves, last-minute costume approvals, vocal exercises. I have had a big grin on my face ever since I got here; this place is a home to me, and that feeling took me the moment I walked back through the doors. The students are different people but the same types I knew &#8211; passionate and determined and still not-quite-formed, awkwardly brilliant and beautiful.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t have any job to do today but plant my ass in the seat with the &#8220;Reserved&#8221; sign on it, but I am absorbing this hectic electric urgency happening all around me. There&#8217;s a show about to happen. Only hours to go.</p>
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