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      <pubDate>2018-11-08 14:11:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 90, Atticus about Jem</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea... Son, I can't tell what you're going to be- an engineer, a lawyer, or a portrait painter." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 18:48:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, Page 118/Page 147</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Jem was football crazy." <br><br>"Jem’s mind was occupied mostly with the vital statistics of every college football player in the nation."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 19:41:48 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, Page 131</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Atticus is real old, but I wouldn't care if he couldn't do anything- I wouldn't care if he couldn't do a blessed thing. Atticus is a gentleman, just like me!"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 19:59:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, Page 203</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“As Atticus's fists went to his hips, so did Jem's, and as they faced each other I could see little resemblance between them: Jem's soft brown hair and eyes, his oval face and snug-fitting ears were our mother's, contrasting oddly with Atticus's graying black hair and square-cut features, but they were somehow alike. Mutual defiance made them alike.”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 20:41:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill, Page 8</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> “I’m little but I’m old,” Dill said.  Jem scowled. “Your name’s longer’n you are. Bet it’s a foot longer.” </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:03:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill, Page 9</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dill was a curiosity. He wore blue linen shorts that buttoned to his shirt, his hair was snow white and stuck to his head like duckfluff; he was a year my senior but I towered over him. As he told us the old tale his blue eyes would lighten and darken; his laugh was sudden and happy; he habitually pulled at a cowlick in the center of his forehead. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:10:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill, page 63</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Dill Harris could tell the biggest ones I ever heard. Among other things, he had been up in a mail plane seventeen times, he had been to Nova Scotia, he had seen an elephant, and his granddaddy was Brigadier General Joe Wheeler and left him his sword."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:30:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, page 133</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Jem, having survived Boo Radley, a mad dog and other terrors, had concluded that it was cowardly to stop at Miss Rachel’s front steps and wait, and had decreed that we must run as far as the post office corner each evening to meet Atticus coming from work."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:49:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, page 136</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Jem had probably stood as much guff about Atticus lawing for niggers as had I, and I took it for granted that he kept his temper—he had a naturally tranquil disposition and a slow fuse."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:51:27 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, page 153</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Jem was twelve. He was difficult to live with, inconsistent, moody. His appetite was appalling, and he told me so many times to stop pestering him I consulted Atticus."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:54:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill 154</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Dill concluded by saying he would love me forever and not to worry, he would come get me and marry me as soon as he got enough money together, so please write."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:58:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill, page 154</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"...but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill’s eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable. I stayed miserable for two days."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 22:01:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Jem, page 187-188</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“'You oughta let your mother know where you are,' said Jem. 'You oughta let her know you’re here…' Dill’s eyes flickered at Jem, and Jem looked at the floor. Then he rose and broke the remaining code of our childhood. He went out of the room and down the hall. 'Atticus,' his voice was distant, 'can you come here a minute, sir?'” </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 22:28:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill, page 191</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Dill’s voice went on steadily in the darkness: 'The thing is, what I’m tryin‘ to say is—they do get on a lot better without me, I can’t help them any. They ain’t mean. They buy me everything I want, but it’s now—you’ve-got-it-go-play-with-it. You’ve got a roomful of things. I-got-you-that-book-so-go-read-it.'” </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 22:31:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dill, page 192</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 22:33:04 UTC</pubDate>
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