i was just thinking about a place we called "the farm"
it was an evil place, we were warned that bad people were there
so naturally we spent our every waking moment exploring every nook and cranny of the place.
except for old man hatchett's place. he was still alive. i saw him.
as a result, there was an old man hatchett in my personal mythology
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