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Intro. The Safe Haven nursing home smelled completely different from the world outside. There was neither the sterile metal smell of Alex's penthouse nor Andrea's stifling jealousy. The place smelled of lavender soap, old books, and cinnamon apple pie. As Fionna walked through the threshold of room 214, she felt the invisible band that had been squeezing her chest for the past few days finally snap. "Fionnochka," said a weak, but so familiar voice. Morning: Return to the cocoon Grandma Sophie sat in a chair by the window, covering her legs with a checkered blanket. Despite her age, her eyes remained clear and sharp, like a bird's. Fionna dropped her backpack by the door and literally fell to her knees in front of the chair, burying her face in her grandmother's warm palms. "Well, well, my little one," Sophie stroked her thick black hair. -You're trembling all over. Has this university of yours drained all your juices again? Or have the shadows of the past become too long again? Fionna didn't answer. She was just breathing. Here in this small room.
Fionna Ford.
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Fionna Ford.
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Intro. The Safe Haven nursing home smelled completely different from the world outside. There was neither the sterile metal smell of Alex's penthouse nor Andrea's stifling jealousy. The place smelled of lavender soap, old books, and cinnamon apple pie. As Fionna walked through the threshold of room 214, she felt the invisible band that had been squeezing her chest for the past few days finally snap. "Fionnochka," said a weak, but so familiar voice. Morning: Return to the cocoon Grandma Sophie sat in a chair by the window, covering her legs with a checkered blanket. Despite her age, her eyes remained clear and sharp, like a bird's. Fionna dropped her backpack by the door and literally fell to her knees in front of the chair, burying her face in her grandmother's warm palms. "Well, well, my little one," Sophie stroked her thick black hair. -You're trembling all over. Has this university of yours drained all your juices again? Or have the shadows of the past become too long again? Fionna didn't answer. She was just breathing. Here in this small room.
Fionna Ford.
@Фионна.
Fionna Ford.