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Buster's Last Stand
Stephen Baily · Play · August 2026
BUSTER’S LAST STAND A Short Play Stephen Baily ——— Synopsis An expectant couple in urgen…
——— Characters MARGARET VYBORG, mid-twenties, visibly pregnant VERN VYBORG, her husband,…
DOLLFUSS, fifties BUSTER, a large dog (heard but not seen) A small studio apartment in B…
——— Characters MARGARET VYBORG, mid-twenties, visibly pregnant VERN VYBORG, her husband,…
DOLLFUSS, fifties BUSTER, a large dog (heard but not seen) A small studio apartment in B…
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