Fiorella, as she's told you, has started going through her piles of writing and actually getting them somewhat settled in three tall file cabinets. There's a fair amount of throw-away in them, of course, but also some real gems, like this one:
America, bow your head in shame--
Ethnic cleansing is the name of the game
Clear out the black, the yellow, the brown
Run gays and their kindred out of town
Ridicule the halt, the blind, the lame
And do unto those who sorrow the same
Jail the actors, the artists, the press
Silence the women and make them a jest
Reject the migrants or throw them in jail
Allow graft and cronyism to prevail
In short, go after anyone who
Doesn't talk or think or look like you,
An automaton of self-fed hate
Which no force on earth can ameliorate
Yep. your girls has always been a crusader, and now you know what a tongue-lashing is.
Good news--Fio's doctor has prescribed doubling a happiness pill to xxxx her xxxxx.
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