Some problems with the delivery again, but Son L is working on it. Meanwhile, your girl will stare at the pale blue of her bedroom wall which is mostly covered by notices and pictures. Yes, Fiorella is like that, and her mother would not approve, but her room is small and her bed is a bit large. Whatever, it works for Fio--and the sweet white cat who cuddles beside her, purrs, and demands to be petted.
Obviously, your girl is not pleased that she's having to turn in her computer again, and she's wondering if it's days are over. Meanwhile, she'll stare at the five bottles of pills lined up across her chest of drawers and pray. She's cleaned up her bureau too--maybe that will do the trick.
You should see what Fiorella is wearing today: black shoes, beige slacks, a bright orange shirt with white "LONGHORNS" marching across the bosom and down. Ah--those were the days. (Oh! Did Fio leave out the red, blue, and long-sleeved beige jacket on top?)
Your girl is telling you that her right knee is in trouble again? Fio was the culprit: she slipped when she was getting out of bed and bunged herself up.
Sorry to be so dull today. OH, FIO DID SEND SOME MONEY OUT TO UCRAINE THIS AFTERNOON!
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