Fiorella has been thinking about all the people killed by the terrorist bombings in France, people who were young and vibrant and full of promise. Then she started thinking about people killed in auto accidents in this country. And the ones killed by random attacks by thugs. And the ones who have died from sickness or disease.
Yet Fio is still alive.
Thank you, God, for my life, I will strive to make good use of every second of it.
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