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A Hatchet Faced Guy

He was a hatchet-faced guy with snaggle-teeth, most said he was okay in a peculiar way. It happens sometimes; snaggle-toothed hatched faced guys get itchy, the kind of itch you can't buy a cream for. After his first three murder victims he confessed to the cops that he felt like the very hand of God! He was a squirrely guy if you know what I mean, with horsy snag-teeth that grinned all friendly-like, yet I always sensed a hatchet raised above my head when he smiled my way and he smiled a lot.

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