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Bella Monologue from Her own way

From Her own way by Clyde Fitch

female · sarcastic · 1:06 min

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Well, if I don't-- (Shutting her teeth, she unconsciously pulls GEORGIANA'S hair. (GEORGIANA: Oh, oh!) Oh, I beg your pardon! (GEORGIANA: Don't take it out on me, wait till Mr. Gootch gets back!) [Combing.) I don't know as you're the jealous kind. Judging from your hair you ain't. It usually goes with blonde or red, or else crimpy, and what I dislike about red hair is the freckles--you can almost count on 'em! You've got sort of trusting hair. But besides, Mr. Coleman wasn't a floor walker in a shop with over a hundred lady clerks--I think that's apt to make a gentleman flightier; and he being bald, has me to a disadvantage, so to speak. I can't judge by my customary signs.

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20s · confusion · jealousy · identity · trust · appearance

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