Apart from these two concepts which in their union mutually define one another as form and content, no conception of life is possible.
By that point, other things fell apart that I couldn't fix.
Every day. I swear it. We won't be apart anymore. We'll stay here until I can get the castle cleaned out and beat the shit out of my brothers. They'll be moving in, even if they don't know it yet. And that's where Hazel will hatch and live.
But there's no way to prove it—a good attorney would rip those allegations apart like a wet newspaper.