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A very short play about Annie

( Q is sitting next to A outside in a cafe. Q is listening to music and A is reading a women's magazine)

Q: You know, I don't know why he keeps asking if Annie is okay. She is clearly not okay.

A: What?

Q: Annie. She's not okay. But he keeps asking her if she is. I doubt she's even alive at this point.

( A looks confused and bordering the line of upset)

Q: That's what he's singing. In the song.

A: Who?

Q: Michael Jackson.

A: Yes! Yes, he keeps asking if she's okay. But she's bleeding and apparently she's been struck by-

Q: A smooth criminal.

A: Exactly.

Q: Why does he keep asking if she's okay?

A: Denial?

Q: Probably denial. That makes sense.

A: He was probably denying her death.

Q: He probably came home and he didn't know what to do.

A: He was shocked.

Q: He couldn't believe that she had been struck...

A: By a smooth criminal.

Q: What's your name?

A: Annie.

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