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The night was perfectly warm and crickets were sending off a chorus in a Kansan rural field. A small farmhouse was in the distance, its residents fast asleep. A lone truck was parked on the shoulder of a road while its driver was out. Anna was sitting on the trunk of her truck stargazing. Her plump fingers reached out for the opened bag of potato chips and finished the whole bag in short pace while. She balled the empty bag and tossed it at the trunk before returning to her stargazing. Then a low-humming sound was heard. The blonde girl thought it was the massive sack of flesh that was her stuffed stomach. But it was not. The sound grew a lit