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Calpurnia stared, then grabbed the kids by their shoulders and ran them home. She shut the wood door behind them and ran for the phone.
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Calpurnia begins telling Mr. Finch that a mad dog is on the loose.
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| I swear to God there's a mad dog down the street a piece---he's comin' this way, yes sir. | |
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Calpurnia confirms that it is old Tim Johnson.
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| He's---Mr. Finch, I declare he is---old Tim Johnson. | |
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