I craved for ice cream, I opened the freezer , I could taste the ghost of frozen peas, it was spooky. The choice was limited: strawberry raspberry, chocolate,vanilla or tutti fruitti. Tutti fruitti caught my eyes but I suspected correctly as it happened-that it contained melon. I felt the same way as i did about guys who said they did love me forever and then dumped me. A rubber of vanilla in the corner of the freezer cried out for attention, but try as I might , they failed to seduce me, forcing me to opt for a tub of chocolate. You know where you are With chocolate. It's reputation , like that of mother Teresa and a baby, was spot free, which would be highly useful, because at this particular moment, this close to the edge, more than anything in the world, I can't afford to be disappointed