The days almost done.You pile more wood inside the furnace to warm up your freezing abode ...then just as you strip to step inside the shower you hear...a knock at the door(knock ,knock)“Excuse me , is anyone home???”a deep unfamiliar voice cry’s out...” my car broke down and I’d kill for a place to stay for maybe a hour or so... whenever the tow truck man makes it out” ... you are hesitant and wonder is being a good person worth the risk ... standing in your towel you cover with a blanket to. Paul could basically sketch or paint anything. It really didn't matter what it was. All that did matter was that he wasn't selling any of it.Paul opened his tiny refrigerator for the third time. And for the third time, there wasn't much in it that sounded appetizing to eat, let alone still being edible even if it did."I really need to do some shopping," he thought dejectedly. "But not now. Now, I think I'll treat myself to a burger."Grabbing his sketch pad as he never went anywhere with out it,. I kept my hands clasped together behind my back with every ounce of strength I had, clutching each tiny wrist with each tiny hand as though to let go would mean I'd lose my life."Hen, you see, was always terrified whenever she was in the presence of the fox," Maurice continued. "She'd think to herself, 'I am so weak and inconsequential that Fox could kill me in an instant. I better do whatever he says.'Maurice paused and I looked up and saw him adjust his rimless glasses. He smiled before. Her wetness. Chapter Twelve – Saying goodbye to Anabella The phone rang, it was Anabella. Cal stepped out on the balcony of his apartment on “the Riviera” to take the call. Since the past century, it has been known as "the Riviera" due to its resemblance to the Mediterranean coastal towns of France and Italy. His neighborhood has winding streets with intricate stone work terracing built by early 20th-century Italian immigrants. Most of the topography of the Riviera is relatively steep, making.