[Her fingers around the book tighten. She brings it up to her face, covering it completely. She's muttering something, trying her best not to sound too high-pitched.]
Oh my god. I can't believe it. I have an alien on my couch. I have an alien living with me.
[THAT'S SO COOL. I mean, she should be panicking, right? But after seeing what he can do, the shock of such a confession doesn't seem to faze her the way it should. Oh man. She has so many questions she wants to ask, but she knows it'll annoy him if she just fires them off one by one.]
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Oh my god. I can't believe it. I have an alien on my couch. I have an alien living with me.
[THAT'S SO COOL. I mean, she should be panicking, right? But after seeing what he can do, the shock of such a confession doesn't seem to faze her the way it should. Oh man. She has so many questions she wants to ask, but she knows it'll annoy him if she just fires them off one by one.]