Fiorella was the wild child of the family, as her father once informed her. And she still is. Here's the proof:
She wears red Crocs in public, drives a little two-seater, eats her steak so rare it moos, dangles gypsy hoops from her earlobes, and even moves to the Musak in the supermarket, singing along in harmony if she can find it.
Obviously, Fio is a public menace.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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