Cleaning out the house has been a voyage of discovery--and sorrow. Why did Fiorella save some of these things? Why didn't she save more of other things? Why can't she tell the baby pictures of her kids apart when at one time, she could recognize each of them at a glance? Also, had Fiorella ever really been that overweight?
One thing your girl can say--she's lived a full life so far and intends to keep on going at top speed.
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If you're wondering, I just got an order for more DUMP TRUMP buttons. Fio's sorta let that project go for a while, but it's still in the back of her mind.
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Fiorella's knowledgeable intervention in a romance writers' discussion of grammar won't win her any friends in Facebook, but it irritated her linguistic training that everyone seemed to think that a verb phrase like "is running" is passive voice. No. Passive voice involves a passive receptor of the action.
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With Mother's Day tomorrow, Fio can't help but think of all those children in Trump's prisons. Do any of them even remember their mothers? To go further, have they ever had any kind of loving person taking care of them since they were jerked out of their parents' arms?
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Darn--Fiorella still can't find Love in the Shadows, the romance that she wrote about a college girl and a handsome but troubled millionaire. She's also missing a story about a grade-school art teacher and--you guessed it--a handsome but troubled millionaire. Don't cringe--it was how romances were written it back then.
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