Make-up Blog

Marzo 2
Correspondence with Joe 
That was supposed to be the title of the blog, and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT BECAME OF THIS POST--it was all about making contact with an old high school friend, some of the things that went on in our high school, and our class reunions.  Hmm...WAS I CENSORED?
     No, nothing ever happened at WHS that was censorable, except when two guys ran a flag down the middle of the football field when we were playing an out-of-town team. Fio can't even remember what scurrilus taunt they'd written on it, but it got them suspended for a week.
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To calm her nerves about her blog disappearing into thin air, Fiorella grabbed a chocolate bunny which--uh--just happened to be in her refrigerator and start munching on it, then poured herself a cup of milk, then sat the cup down on the counter--but the counter wasn't there, and the full cup splatted to the floor like a Fourth-of-July rocket. Sonia, always helpful, rushed over to lick all this unexpected bounty up, contending with Fio, who had started madly swabbing the floor with paper towels. We tied.
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It's scary when things start going wrong for you. Fiorella was almost afraid to pick up the computer and report her drama because she was afraid that then something else would happen to her--like tripping over Doggie and breaking her knee--or landing on the side of her face again. But what the heck--testing fate is Fio's middle name.
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So here you are with a new blog. Now, let's see if this time, Fiorella can post it without incident.