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July 23rd, 2008

03:23 am - 25 Flavors: Crying. She was on the streets in Rome. Her Italian was broken and didn't help that she was crying. Her eyes were red. He had booted her to the door with little more than the clothes on her back. This is why she should have never left London. The stability of it is what she missed. She didn't want a world swept romance anymore. All sh wanted was to be back in the arms of Smeth. Smeth, she thought to herself. She let out another sob, it wrenching from her head to toes. She couldn't afford a panic attack. Her hair was crumpled and so were her clothes. She sat in front of the Vatican trying to figure out her life. She had never been big on God but as she looked onto the beauty of the Vatican her tears subsided. She took a deep breath and then two and just buried her head into her hands and prayed. Prayed that God show her the light into her life and take her away from the problems she was now facing. She was broke, broken and had no way home to England. A nun came out of the Vatican and approached her. Seeing a lone, destitute young woman the pious woman could not ignore her and spoke softly as she sat beside her on the stoop and said in Italian, "Bambino perché siete che gridate?*" The nun looked at Florence with kindly eyes as if they had traveled the world and understood it's mysteries. Florence took a deep breath and tried not to cry again. She responded back in broken Italian, "Il ragazzo dà dei calci a fuori. Nessun posto da andare. Nessun che cosa da fare. Londra domestica. Nessun soldi.*" She buried her face in her hands and said again, "Lavoro di bisogno. Soldi. Stilista di capelli." The nun looked at her calmly and told her softly, "Siete in bambino che fortunato la chiesa richiede a qualcuno di tagliare il nun' i capelli e voi di s sareste perfetti. Può richiedere parecchi mesi ma Londra è possibile.*" Florence looks up and said softly as she took the nun's hand in gratitude, "Grazie. Comincio oggi." The nun smiled and nodded, "Sì comincerete oggi." She took Florence's hand and took her into the nunnery where Florence would slowly earn her way back to London. ---- Translations: 1. Child what is wrong why are you crying? 2. [rough] Boyfriend left. No job. No money. Home London. Hair Stylist. 3. You are lucky. The church requires a hair stylist for the nuns. The money will be slow but London is possible. 4. Thank you. I start today. 5. Yes, you will start today. Current Location: My Living Room Current Mood: busy Current Music: Amanda Seyfried - I Have A Dream Tags: 25 flavors, crying, jen

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