From Clever to Not So Clever

Heh, heh....clever Fiorella has used Scotch tape to hold the cord of her Mac into the socket of the machine so Carbonate can back her up. From what she understands, she has to do that for two days, with the screen open, to be sure none of her golden words are lost.
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Lolly is coming along now. Fio girded her loins, went through all her old copies of chapters eleven and twelve, and found enough of the pages that Sonia Dog had sat on that she--Fiorella, not Sonia-- could put them in place again, but it will take a while.
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Good grief--your girl had been saving all kinds of boxes, but she's run out of all but the shoes boxes now, and she needs larger boxes to pack things like her Russian/Rusyn stuff.
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It's sweet the way Sonia Dog always rushes to Fio's side if she hears so much as a whimper from her mommy--which she often does, but sometimes it gets overwhelming--like when Fiorella discovered several of her pages were lost so Doggie dashed to Fio's side, plopped herself down in the middle of another mound of papers, and started pawing and licking her.
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Well, it turns out that Fiorella wasn't that clever after all. Fio kept absent-mindedly closing the lid, and not even Scotch tape could prevent the cord of the Mac from disengaging from the machine.