Friday, July 15, 2011


After Fiorella got that email from NY on Wednesday, she raced around the house for about two hours, washing and cleaning anything she could find that needed it--which, in her house, was a lot. Lifting and toting and running up and down the stairs like a madwoman, she was unheeding of her right hip joint, which means her step was duck-footed rather than pigeon-toed. Which means the next morning she could barely walk because of the pain.

Never fear. A couple of hours of turning her toes in and she was on the road to recovery. If only her heartbreak could be cured that easily.

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