It takes a certain kind of supreme inner peace to see a massive wedge tornado head straight towards your face, have no real escape, and only be able to mutter, “It’s coming right over the top of me. I don’t really know what to do, except, I guess, sit here.” Either supreme inner peace, or, you know, quaaludes.
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