In her continuing edging toward normalcy, Fiorella has decided to cook herself some eggs, a joy that she hasn't enjoyed since she first moved in four--or five--years ago. WHOOPEEEEE....except that she doesn't have any eggs right now. Ah well: her grocery lady will drop by tomorrow, she hopes.
Fio has also looked into the backyard of the house and there are a fair number of peaches like she ones she enjoyed in her childhood preparing to clear off the ground, but what Fiorella really want wants to see is the family singing on the porch in the evening again💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
FIO CANNOT WRITE ANY MORE. A FAMILY MEMBER WAS KILLED YEARS AGO BY A YOUNG MAN WHO CLIMBED THE UNIVERSITY TOWER STAIRS and Fio still weeps for him and our family.
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