It comes down in an afternoon with the hook and a mallet and a great deal of swearing, and the beam bends on the third stroke and gives on the ninth.
The parish is told the scale was condemned as unsafe, which is technically true by the time Corvina has finished writing the notice.
MioneIt is a lump of brass on a floor. It is not a god. Why am I crying about a lump of brass on a floor.
MalfoidBecause it is the only thing in this house that ever told the truth about us, and now we have to do it ourselves.