Everyone was so friendly in HEB yesterday--the guy at the deli counter, the woman behind the cash register, the woman who stopped to admire Fio's twelve-year-old Miata in the parking lot. Maybe it was that Fiorella's good mood was permeating the atmosphere, or maybe that people feel safe talking to someone with battle wounds. Too bad Fio didn't have any author cards with her.
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Monday, May 4, 2015
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