Fiorella was born with her cornucopia overflowing. She had an eye for painting, drawing, and design. She had an ear for languages and music---singing and composition. And a flair for acting. And a talent for writing--plays and poems and essays articles and short stories and novels. None of it has really gotten her anywhere, but maybe, if she's lucky, in a hundred or so years, her work will be recognized and lauded on an Antiques Road Show program.
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Has Fio told you that in the intensive clean-up of her office, she has found several short stories that she'd forgotten she'd written? You can bet that a book of those babes is going to be out on Amazon one of thse days.
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Fio is the beloved of the bugs, and she has the bites to prove it.
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