Pam’s shirt has disappeared and she is grieving the loss of her
Start: Last summer I lost my favourite shirt. Or to be more accurate, my favorite shirt vanished into thin air. When I got home for being away for the summer and I unpacked my bags, the shirt simply never materialized. [... … …] End: But none of them in any way replaced it, and I eventually had to resolve to be thankful for the time I had with the shirt and moved on. At least I know what I’m looking for.
For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Nora and Delia Ephron, Love, Loss and What I Wore, Dramatist Play Services, 2008
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