The Pits

Fiorella began the day by waking up with vertigo, then accidentally tore up the newspaper comics rather than the sports section for packing material.😕
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Fio spent all afternoon brooding on the couch with her computer in her lap. What else was there to do? She had no energy, was in deep sorrow about a ruinous situation she herself had set up, but didn't have anyone to talk with about. Loneliness is the pits. It suddenly dawned on Fiorella that those five pounds she's lost are tears. She's been crying buckets lately.
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The house looks so drab with the all the artwork down.
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Fio would love to read a book on line, but that too is out of her reach. She's thwarted every way she turns.
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I know my life will never be
   The same again
But hope that sometime it will be
   Mine again