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Laughing helped, even if it was verging on hysteria. After everything that’d happened, laughter was exactly what I needed. An alien showing me his d**k. A transforming shower. Eating worms that looked like carrots. Crazy. My life had become utterly weird and crazy. It was a miracle that I hadn’t gone insane myself. Yet. Who knew what was to come next.
The Trad looked at me in confusion, as if he wasn’t quite sure what was happening. I probably would have done the same if I’d had a giggling alien in my arms.
For some strange reason, I didn’t feel threatened by his embrace. It felt protective rather than menacing. This Trad hadn’t flashed me, but I believed him that he didn’t mean me harm. I had no idea what had brought on that sudden change. Maybe my body was no longer able to sustain
