Just imagine: only you and the praries for miles and miles. Every morning you wake up and look out your window. You see nothing but a brown flatness. You drive to work on a highway with no turns, hills, or cars for miles and miles. The only signs of humanity you see along the way are the mileposts along the side of the road.
You get home and turn on the radio only to find Tornado Warnings being played over and over again with an eerily scratchy reception. You scramble to board up your house, but in the end you know you're a gonner either way if the tornado hits you.
Ah, but the tornado misses a half mile to your west. Or north. Or maybe east. Who knows or cares? It's Kansas.
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Wow. What a depressing lifestyle. Kill me if I EVER even think about living in Kansas.
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