Have you ever thought that somewhere in the seen and unseen universe, there could be another "you?" That maybe he/she lived the same life you did, but was making different decisions which determined your goppelganger future? And that there might be not one of you, but millions of you in different universes? That even now, in another universe, you might have died overnight, or maybe have been born again for thousandth time? (And that in all her manifestations, Fiorella has been pure Loony Toons?)
Did Fio ever tell you that she and Brother inherited tremor from their father, as if to compensate, they also inherited not only hair that stays it's own color and doesn't fall out, but the ability to drink cow milk forever?
What if your girl--uh--accidentally crashed the gates to the area she lives in so the Statesman can again deliver her newspaper to the door?
Fiorella thought this would be a good day, that she'd at last, get Lolly's story run out and be able to proofread it through, but a third down the run, the printer ran out of ink and and Son L, who'd been going back and forth between Fio and his four-year-old, called it quits for the day. Oh, well--there's always tomorrow.
Your girl is not happy about the way several of her paintings got knocked up in transport. Once she gets settled, she'll have to pull out her brushes and do some touch-up.
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