How weird.... Fiorella has lost five pounds plus, but her favorite slacks, which fit when when she heavier, seem to have shrunk. What's going on? Maybe an ex-ray is in order. Will keep you posted.
Your girl is very disappointed that she can't get a ride to her church, which is way across town. Pastor gave her the name of a woman who lives near nearby, but he didn't give her the phone number. All Fio can say is what will be, will be....
Has Fiorella told you that Son L had a light touch of Covid a few weeks back? He was careful and no one else in the family was affected, but the situation reminded Fio that we should all get whatever shots are on the market now.
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GERMAN: wahr true obvious
falsch false same as in English
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A TIDBIT FROM ONE OF FIO'S ROMANCES
Three songs later, Ernest Tubb was walking the floor over his lost girlfriend, and Moira had relaxed enough that Rafe could hold her against him from shoulder to knee.
He leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
Her scent was in his nostrils, the feathery softness of her short-cropped hair brushed against his jaw, and her arms were clinging to his shoulders. It had been months since he'd been this attracted to a woman. Maybe he could take her somewhere tonight where they could be alone, somewhere that at least had a couch in it.
But no, it was way too soon. He wanted Moira for more than a one-night stand.
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