First, Fio has to apologize for the confusion of not saying right out that Buch is "book," but all you linguists probably figured that out.
Next, your girl has to tell you that (WHOOPEE!) she found the new bottle of Levothyroxine she thought she'd lost. The rest of the afternoon, Fio spent on her current painting....until she got board constantly reorienting the way she was forming her left eyeball. The rest of the evening went to Miss Marple, the know-all crime solver, and to tell the truth, she's getting pretty boring.
Fio is usually worn out in the evening so she has decided to write her blog in the daytime from now on. It will be better for both of us because Fio will be more attentive and you will hopefully receive more meaningful blogs. Love, Fiorella Plum
hoffen, hope......what we all need
A little bit more of Where the Heart Leads
He rested a hand on her shoulder, a heavy, possessive hand that seemed to mean a lot more than that casual shoulder hug. All her alarm bells went off. She wasn't ready for this! But if she wasn't ready, why did she have the urge to snuggle up against him and purr like a contented cat when his arm moved around her shoulder again.....
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