The dog looks up at Fiorella and whines her fear of the unusual afternoon darkness, the rolling thunder, and the loud lightning strikes that shake the house down to its foundation, but there's nothing Fio can do about any of it. In fact, she herself is caught up by the storm and searches around for her own asylum, but her bedroom, hooked onto the side of the house, seems to be a prime target. And the whole time, her mind is pulling up memories of the Texas Snowstorm, the one she almost died in.
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Somehow, your girl pulled herself together enough to make a fair amount of headway in shaping up her studio, but there's still more to go. The floor has been cleared, but now everything Fiorella tossed randomly on whatever shelf or desk was nearby has to be evaluated and put in its proper place.
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Fiorella, accompanied by Son L, kept her appointment with the Austin Regional Clinic and got a list of referrals as well as a lab appointment. Her doctor was Syrian, which, of course, was the highlight of Fio's day. She's never met a Syrian before and hopes to pick up a couple of words and phrases from her.
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