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For a fantasy-obsessed theatre nerd, Dan Minkle isn’t what I was expecting-he’s tall and muscled with a mane of curly hair and the handshake of a lumberjack. “Can I get you anything before the show starts?” he asks me. I’m too distracted by the array of nasty-looking medieval weapons spread out on a nearby mattress to reply. A guy in a red faux-satin shirt and leather pants walks by. Either he’s supposed to be a vampire, or Menudo’s missing their lead singer.
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