Under the frame was my fridge. He looked back, just to gauge where he was so he didn’t fall backwards in the chair, when he noticed the fridge. I gu...ped and prayed. His left hand reached towards the fridge handle. I was fucked. He opened it and peaked inside. In an instant, my stomach was in a knot. This was it. I’ve lost it all over a stupid beer. Jake reached in and then pulled out my open beer. “Quite the stock you have here”, Jake said, looking at me as he held the beer can.I gave up. If I. So we decided to meet on a Saturday. I reached the place 15 minutes earlier in excitement and I had to wait for her for 20 odd minutes. She finally arrived wearing a tight black T-shirt and jeans. She had beautiful long hair. She was not as fair as her pictures suggested. She was a bit dusky and no doubt sexy as fuck. She was a kind of girl whom we call ‘hot’ and not ‘cute’.I complimented her by saying she was looking great for which she said ‘thanks’. We went to CCD and we were talking normal. It's the right thing to do if I have the power to do it. They will die if I don't. There's a chance those other things won't happen, or that we could prevent them from happening." Her face shone as only the face of one who has taken a stand for what they know is right can.Aurora looked at her, sadness in her eyes, then smiled."Good! That's what you were supposed to say. You are the Special One." How do I do it?" Amy inquired."You must figure that out for yourself, child. You have an incredible. ’ But a counter voice in her mind spoke up then and said: ‘Get a grip, girl, they do makeovers for houses, not old maids!’ The very harshness of what she’d just said to herself plunged Clara into her funk again. But she was determined by now. It’s what she’d do for herself for her 40th birthday: a makeover for the house. ‘That might just push me into making myself over a bit!’ she thought then but realized what a scary thought that was, and pushed it away. She grabbed the phone, determined.