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In the deep
recesses of the Lied Education
Center for the Arts, there
is a windowless room at a
dead end of a dark hallway.
Bursts of laughter, the tunes
of Liz Phair and the humming
of sewing machines stream
out the door. This place,
known as the costume shop,
is Lindsay Pape’s haven.
Continued
in The Scene...
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