the gloom of the city at evening is still

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Next morning, I awoke, looked out the window, and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven.

"The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something -- !" I dragged him to the window and pointed.

"No it's not," he said. "It's snowing."
To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee
















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In this weather, there are lots of things to do on a Saturday night.