Fiorella personifies everything. She even feels pangs of guilt about tossing rocks back into the driveway that just aren't quite pretty enough to add to her collection. She regards old, too-large clothes as long-time friends and cannot bring herself to winnow them from her wardrobe. She apologizes to table legs for bumping into them. She eats every kernel of popcorn because so it won't die unappreciated.
Maybe she hung around her friends from India too long. Or maybe its just ol' weird Fio.
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