“I think he got your goat, Atticus! And I've been meaning to ask you about the expression. When people get your goat, what do they do with it? Do they eat it or hold it for ransom or what?”

Kevin Hearne

Kevin Hearne - “I think he got your goat, Atticus! And...” 1

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