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I remember seeing you coming out of church that summer, in that straw hat and that white cotton sundress. A real girly girl--laughing, smiling like a sunbeam, charming everyone who talked to you. Not a care in the world.
And me, Iād always felt like an outsider. Like there was just something off about me, something that meant I could never just be...one of the girls.
So I leaned into it. Cut my hair short. Dressed a bit butch. Became a bit of a rebel...a troublemaker.
I think I knew at the back of my mind what it was that stopped me feeling comfortable...but everyone around me was religious, God was always looking over my shoulder, so I couldnāt ever say the āL wordā, not even to myself.
So I didnāt know why I felt so different from all the other girls.
But you did.
The narrator thinks back to the summer after she turned 18, and how an unlikely friendship with the preacherās daughter turned into a hot, intense affair. She recalls their first kiss, the furtive and heated encounters whenever they could dodge the disapproving gazes of the small town they lived in, and how it ended with one night of passion, never to be repeated. Unless...
Script Notes: This script contains some passing references to homophobia. [Homophobia] tag added to play safe.
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My Unfilled Scripts, and Fills Of My Scripts
This was a fun one to write--it started off inspired by the Dusty Springfield son "Son of a Preacher Man", but quickly took on a life of its own. Feedback is always welcome!
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