I was born in the city then transplanted into this really rural area just as I was hitting those awkward stages. It was hell to me. No one spoke my language or knew what the hell to do with me. I was just so different and the community quickly made me feel as if my different was wrong.

Then one summer Hillary came. She drove a blue convertible VW with wild palm trees painted all over it. She was a friend of a neighbor and she took me under her wing. She introduced me to the B52s and tampons. She took me off to smoke and go to the swimming hole in her barely there bathing suit. She had no worries about what people thought of her. She was true to herself and for a short while had me convinced I was a goddess just like her.

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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