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Morris chopped off the girl’s hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping. “What’choo do that for!” Cutton bellowed. He hadn’t even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.
Morris chopped off the girl’s hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping. “What’choo do that for!” Cutton bellowed. He hadn’t even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.
