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natka813 [3]
3 years ago
5

What’s the them of the black cat story

English
1 answer:
marta [7]3 years ago
4 0

Answer: all I know is it it violence. I don't remember much of the story from Edgar Allen P. It was years ago since I read it in school myself. I just remember it was a dark story. Hope this helps.

Explanation:

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