"HOWARD. you hurry up and do that job, and get back in J L J L here to help your ma, boy." "Yes, sir, Pa," the small boy sobbed, rubbing his grimy fist in his eye. His eyes stung. His throat ached. He'd never felt so bad inside, not even when he'd had mumps...
Sketch: Vol. 12
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