Unformatted text preview: ‘What do you reckon’s the matter with you, any- way? What made you think somebody sung out?’ ‘Oh, it’s de dad-blame’ witches, sah, en I wisht I was dead, I do. Dey’s awluz at it, sah, en dey do mos’ kill me, dey sk’yers me so. Please to don’t tell nobody ‘bout it sah, er ole Mars Silas he’ll scole me; ‘kase he say dey AIN’T no witches. I jis’ wish to good- ness he was heah now — DEN what would he say! I jis’ bet he couldn’ fine no way to git aroun’ it DIS time. But it’s awluz jis’ so; people dat’s...
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- Summer '13
- English, 2007 singles, Jim, Profanity, SAH, dEy