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I'm glad I didn't stay here. Otherwise, I might be like them--devoid of hope and purpose, with no real idea of how the world is. Small-minded and racist, zombies conditioned to feel worthless and be of so little value to the universe.
I was taught to never be expendable to anyone, but these people have been bred to continuing breeding, like the livestock they dedicate their lives to.
No, not all small towns are like this. No, farming isn't bad.
But when everyone looks twenty years older, is hooked on meth, and missing half their teeth...while spouting complete ignorance...
It makes you wonder what's in the water.
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