Last week the water outage, this week the phone outage. Fio is expecting the electricity to go down next--which it frequently does anyway. The world is going to hell in a handbasket, whatever that is.
To top it off, Fio is frustrated. She was just informed that she entered the same story twice in a writing contest, which gets more tangled every time she tries to straighten it out. And when she was half-way to the post office to mail off an entry to another contest, she suddenly realized she hadn't separated the four copies of the submission by colored paper as required, nor had she included the entry form. Fio is a dunce.
To double top it, Fio is still writhing from the scathing comments of the baby agent who was the final judge of her entry in another contest--the bitch! Yes, Fio is shallow. When anything good happens, she is joyful; when the sun goes behind a cloud, she is down in the dumps. It's as simple as that.
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