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We arrived.  Mad Hatters stood 20-feet-tall—a top-hat with purple, burgundy, and yellow horizontal stripes.  A row of gas pumps out front; a simple doorway with the brim as stoop; no windows and no one else around.  The countryside was yellow and vapid, as if a nuclear bomb had gone off not long before.  Mad Hatters […]