Someone's back yard (and I am pretty sure I know whose). Ten or twelve or so people at a picnic table. I'm at one end of one bench, seems like the "runner" of the meeting - back to pretty sure I know who - is at the other end.
Sunny day.
Woman next to me, to my left, seems actressy. Stylized-messyish hair, sunglasses, and I am aware of her attentiveness aimed at me.
And I know I'm there because I wrote the script about to be read.
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