Atticus was getting older and could spend more time with Jem and me playing. Our father never did do anything exciting that we could go to school bragging about like all the other kids did. All Atticus did was sit in an office and defend people. Uncle Jack gave us our Air Rifles for Christmas and Atticus told us that we could shoot anything except a mockingbird. It is a sin to kill a mockingbird, what has it done to us but produce wonderful music for us to listen to.
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