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Summary

Harvey checks his email

{open: the dream stage from this. Harvey is sitting at a cardboard. The spotlight is focused squarely on nothing.}

HARVEY: sun ssun fun. ankle.

dear Harvey
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HARVEY: my mother was a commma i guess who could calll her comma momma

{Accordian walks in, backwards and forwards at the same time, wearing nothing nothing but her apron. The spotlight avoids her.}

HARVEY: do you have the documents

ACCORDIAN: i was too busy baking a comma

HARVEY: ,,,,,,,

ACCORDIAN: thank

HARVEY: give me the comma to hold up parliament

{it begins to rain tiny washing machines}

{suddenly, the real Harvey wakes up. He has big lips, but not enormous ones like dream ones.}

HARVEY: Comma? My god...my dreams are trying to tell me something!

{Dream Harvey appears, hovering over Harvey's left shoulder.}

DREAM HARVEY: Yeah, your puncuation sucks. Finals are coming up soon, so...get on that...

HARVEY: Oh. Uh...thank.

DREAM: thank

{Dream Harvey disappears}

{THEEND}