Cedar season has its good points. Those three pounds Fio has lost are probably from blowing her nose. And those fires in the fireplace that are blazing extraordinarily well--they're probably the result of the two boxes of dirty Kleenexes she tossed into the cavern.
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Never underestimate the power of chocolate. Fio has been feeding it to the trash men on holidays for fifteen years, and today they made off with her twelve-foot spread of the family Christmas tree. The pick-up was both terribly depressing and yet a relief for Fiorella--it represented the end of an era in her life, but the cut was clean.
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Fiorella skimmed through one of her favorite old romances in the afternoon, partially to get her mind off her depression, and realized--again--that formulas and how-to advice are meaningless. TELLING A GOOD STORY is what counts! (Thank you, Linda Howard.)
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Fio always puts her own heroes and heroines through hell before they reach their happily-every-after, but in her own life, the hell came after marriage, mostly because she was a wife for a lot longer than she wasn't, but also because Husband could be difficult from time to time. Widowhood hasn't been that great either.
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Some people listen to neither God nor Man, but only to the evil that dwells in their own hearts.
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