Fiorella has run out of things to do. Sure, she walks the neighborhood cul-de-sac almost every day, but no one else does. She smiles and waves at everyone in the neighborhood too, but only a few wave back. Inside the house, she watches TV every day, inside and out, and she's getting pretty darn tired out of watching Jessica Fletcher solve murder after murder with her hairdo remaining still as a cement statue.
In other words, your girl is bored, bored, bored, as she has often announced, and while Fio has no friends, ol' Jessica is rounding up bad guys by the dozen. Sure, they're bad guys, but your girl could reform them.
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Quiet as the Grave
Quiet as the grave that holds me fast
When death has dumbed the drumbeat of my blood
Beneath the soundless soil, still at last,
I'll sink in silence toward the muffling mud--
But unto then I'll clatter through the hall
And shout hallo to friends and wail goodbye--
I'll laugh aloud within the staidest walls
And shriek my anger to the somber sky--
The dead are not notorious for their noise
And I will lie a long time quietly
So unto then, I'll use my loudest voice
To make the whispering world resound of me
And when at last I'm muted by the all-absorbing ground
Mt unaccustomed silence then with deafen you with sound
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