We were chatting about the big, square states in the middle and Nebraska came to mind. 
 
"Nebraska?" she said, thoughtfully. "Isn't that the one by Chicago? The one where your cat shat all over the front seats?" 
 
"It is," I confirmed. "And I'm pretty sure your recollection is precisely how the good people of the Husker State would prefer to be remembered."

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