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Anyways, I’m bouncin’ through town, lookin’ for some—uh—company, right? I’m HYPED, yellin’, “I’m ready! I’m ready!” People stare, but who cares? Not me! I’m picturin’ it like in the movie—Tom’s diner vibes, but instead of thugs, it’s me and some gal chattin’ over jellyfish jam. “You’re a strange one,” she’d say, like Ed Harris in the flick, all squinty-eyed. I’d laugh, “Yup, born square and proud!”

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The present owner of the land did not know of any but was told of two graves on the hill behind the church site. These were of Mr. and Mrs. John Hooker. Their.

Okay, buckle up, man – lemme tell ya 'bout PMayfield (us)! So, I'm this family psychologist – yeah, the shrink with a passion for crazy family dynamics – and I've been livin' the wild ride in Mayfield for years. Picture this: little streets like Maple & 5th, where kids run loose and parents hide their secrets behind perfectly trimmed hedges. I swear, this city's vibe? It's like one giant, twisted therapy couch where everyone's got a story. "You wanna talk?" I say, channeling my inner Ingalourious Basterds – “I love rumors!” – oh boy, that's Tarantino with a twist!

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