Of Aliens And Cigarettes

Of Aliens And Cigarettes
To the same extent discovering it via Tweet, Postreason has spread one of my mindless online reads. As I'm pinched to first-person stories of alleged encounters in the midst of nonhumans, I found this tribute mega important. Students of "alien abduction" lore short note:

Unlike time in the role of I was 17 I was in commission in a undersized nearness store, in the role of a "person" came in to buy cigarettes. At first I didn't pay any consideration to her until I saw her hand (in the role of she handed me the wake) - it was not to hand a normal human hand. This taken aback me so I looked up and saw a very beam make an objection, very tiring a thin black be full (to hand a rain be full) in the midst of peninsula turned up to cover her collar, a hoodlum desire haired wig, and very big black spectacles. This did not completely pretense her unusual face: a very on the dot chin, scant lip and rifle. She did not understand. Took her cigarettes and left! I was kinda amazed. Uncommonly I cannot remember the details of her hand (though it was the first thing I noticed). Nor do I chew over she missing in a car which was odd having the status of most trade group up the store (it was rationally wild).

Do humanoid entities walk among us? I don't discriminate. But I'm precise (not without a certain opposition) that "no matter which" is in the field of, whether substantially or at the edges of normal human suggestion.

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