.. I’m already a part of you. By that logic, you already belong to me, too. All of me is yours, because I’m attached to you, in body, soul, and sp...irit. We are woven, even fused, seamlessly into one being, one entity. What’s mine is yours, without conditions. What’s yours is mine, also without conditions. It is a microcosm of the world in Schopenhaeur’s view. I am of you ... I am you. You are of me ... You are me. There can be no moment when what is done to me isn’t also done to you and vice. " Now that sounds interesting, what do you say Perce?" Leave him alone Jackie, can't you see what a mess he's in?" I'll tell you what, He may be in a mess, but I'm glad he's on our side. Did you see the way that guy went down?" Just zip it sergeant." Percy was getting irritated. She turned to me."Get in the back and get your head down, we'll talk later."She slapped me lightly on the shoulder as I got in the back of the van.Curled up on the mattress I tried to sleep but as my anger subsided the. Just before he gunned the engine and tore out of the lot, Cynthia heard him mutter... "Damned Bitch!"The Sergeant's car was follow by the prisoner bus and two other cruisers, leaving only two cars behind."Nothing else to keep us here." Cynthia said.Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to put them on the prisoner, pinning her arms behind her back. Regulations clearly called for them when transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to the driver of the other car. ” My dad stopped working and looked up at me with an apprehensive look. “That’s why I’m asking you. She just said ‘later, ‘ when I asked; which means never.”My dad sighed. Dad does a lot sighing. Come to think of it, mom also sighs a lot.“Can we alter my cubby to have a chimney for Santa to use?” I asked, as Santa was very important to me.“Your stocking is hung up next to your bed, so Santa will always use our house’s chimney,” my dad explained. “Besides, your cubby is not all that big. What if.