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The thing about Nebraska is John hates Nebraska. It’s like Kansas, and he only moved there because Mary wanted space to grow. There’s nothing but thunder and land.

He watches the boys play outside in the haze of the fading sun, from behind the diner window. Finishing his coffee he slams down the mug before leaving a lousy tip. He grunts his sons’ names as he heads to the Impala, knowing they follow closely.

The rolling boom of thunder shakes the sky, and John wishes he could outrun the storm. He doesn’t care much for what God has to say.