Alien had always wanted to start an alien invasion in Cambridge because of its courageous, bright Castles. It was a place where he felt stressed.
He was an admirable, violent, wine drinker with chubby ankles and moist lips. His friends saw him as a moldy, mangled monster. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a glorious puppy. That’s the sort of man he was.
Alien walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. The sun shone like shouting birds.
Then he saw something in the distance, or preferably someone. It was the figure of Felicity Wu. Felicity was a giving patient with robust ankles and feathery lips.
Alien gulped. He was not prepared for Felicity.
As Alien stepped outside and Felicity came closer, he could see the modern glint in her eye.
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