<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-dfw5-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/35361796_5254466324615447_133453335490461696_o.jpg?_nc_cat=107&amp;efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&amp;_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.xx&amp;oh=ed0b71f4ee12f2d595fe17967b4800e6&amp;oe=5CF6CDFB)<div align="center"><strong>Brigitte Noone Cuccioli </strong></div></div><br/>“Oh, you are the absolute limit! Is it the best way? Of course not! The best way is your way! Have you ever done something or someone particularly stupid? It’s all about taking the plunge! You know the lines you love by heart or close enough! It’s like jumping into a cold pond! The leap is the hardest part!” Brigitte replied. Her maternal instincts were buried very deeply beneath decades of cynicism, disassociative behavior and self abuse but somehow this moment of honest fragile behavior stirred something within her. She very much wanted Alizeh to succeed!<br/><br/>Unrelated she wondered what color Erica’s nipples were, but she had made a firm resolution not to be overly friendly with her co-workers. She expected that it would be at least three days before she broke her promise to herself, which when measured against her typical degree of self control... it was not to bad!