“there was a smell of stale whisky and pig-pen”
“atticus’s fist went to his hips, so did jem’s”
“”it do,” another deep voice said. its owner was a shadow.”
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“there was a smell of stale whisky and pig-pen”
“atticus’s fist went to his hips, so did jem’s”
“”it do,” another deep voice said. its owner was a shadow.”
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