When the little children came to touch my house i could feel their fear. It haunted them. Why do they do this to me? Why are they so mean all the time?
The other night when I was sitting on my porch, I saw in the newspaper an article written about me. Here is a little excerpt.
"Boo Radley a horrifying man is heard to be let out of his cage. In other words, the cage means his home. Many people feel like he has something to do with the death of Bob Ewell. Keep your eyes open and your ears listening, Boo is in the neighborhood."
did i make the right decision of stabbing Bob Ewell?
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