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" Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when i first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turn to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the court house sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter than: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony muels hitched to hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade." (8)
Maycomb.