Please excuse Fio while she hides in a corner, covers her face with her hands, and whimpers like a whipped puppy. This is one of those horrible times when Fio's memory digs up every dumb, stupid, embarrassing thing she has ever done in her life from childhood on and parades it through her brain, scene after scene.
With that sort of monkey on her back, you understand why Fio keeps calling for forward movement.
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