Agora Hills - Doja Cat

A/N on Palestine/Israel situation at the end of the chapter!!

THEA'S POV:

I sat there on Danny's bed, knees folded to my chest and arms wrapped around them in anticipation of what she would next pull out of her wardrobe. Faintly, her siblings' voices passed under the doorframe - a concoction of bickering and laughter.

The night of the party had already arrived. After a fitful evening of slipping in and out of slumber, I'd managed to convince Mama and Papa to let me have another 'sleepover' at Ember's. The truth had become foreign to me, lies slipping from my mouth like rainfall in England. I knew my fabrications would catch up with me someday but for now, just this once, I wanted to experience the life of a teenager without consequence.

That didn't excuse the gnawing hollow in my chest after my argument with Synn.

I placed my chin upon my kneecaps and let my thighs press against my breasts in an attempt to ease the ache. We hadn't spoken since yesterday. Our words had carved pieces of each other; it made sense he'd want to keep distance, but part of me wished he'd call again so I could apologise, so we could sort things out and relieve this eerie tension between us. I knew Synn only wanted what was best for me but the way he was so quick to judge my friend and mistrust my judgement didn't comfort me at all. Why wouldn't he trust me?

I had one more day left before Synn returned so that was all that mattered. As long as I reached and left the party safely, he'd never need to know.

"How about this one?"

I blinked and looked up at Danny. She was holding up a sheer black top with dark polka dots on the sleeves, something extremely gorgeous but something I didn't have the confidence to pull off when my body would be on show. "Mm, maybe something else?" I smiled. She nodded her head and chucked the top onto her bed next to me. Hunching over, she rummaged through her garments again in search of something more appropriate.

"I don't know why I'm looking at tops," she muttered to herself and shook her head. "Dresses are your thing."

I did like dresses.

"Wait."

She stopped to pull out a hanger and straightened out the material hanging from it. My eyes widened at the beautiful dress in her arms. My friend passed it to me. It was a deep blue in colour, so luxurious I thought it would fall apart in my hands. It gave the impression of being velvet from its soft feel but the material was thinner and shimmered beneath the light like bounding waves. Although it looked stunning, I wasn't sure I'd do justice to the dress.

"This is the one, smiley. This is the fucking one," she said confidently.

"Are- Are you sure I'd be allowed to wear it?" I gaped, still running my hand along the material.

"You can wear anything you want to wear," she shrugged. "And besides, you're shorter than me so it'll fit you better. I've grown out of it already."

"If you're really, really sure..."

"Just go and try it on already," she sighed and spun me around by my shoulders, nudging me towards her door. As soon as it was open, Danny jostled me into the bathroom next door. I threw her another uncertain glance over my shoulder before closing the door behind me.

Fumbling with the material, I clumsily removed my old clothes and pulled on the new dress. I ran my hands down the front. I couldn't deny that it hugged my body perfectly. I wasn't particularly endowed in the chest area since I was fairly skinny, but my breasts complimented my figure: subtle curves, a small waist and slightly wider hips. I cleared my throat and smoothed down the dress in the mirror. For one of the first times in my life, I felt like luxury. I felt beautiful.

A minute later, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming, just a second," I called. Wiping away some mascara and reapplying my lip gloss, I cleared my throat before opening the door.

I stared in shock.

The boy stared back at me.

"Holy shit," he choked under his breath.

He looked to be about thirteen, maybe fourteen, with a mane of shaggy brown hair and an oversized chequered shirt. Instinctively, I stepped backward and clutched my arms in confusion. He was still gawking at me, eyes glued to my face behind thick lenses. All of a sudden, he shook his head and cleared his throat. Then, he pressed his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, and tilted his chin upwards.

"Hello sexy lady- hey, ow! Ow, let go of me!"

"Stop hitting on my friend," growled Danny, abruptly appearing from the corridor to yank her younger brother by the ear. "She doesn't want your ugly ass."

"I wasn't hitting on her!" he argued and wrestled out of her grip. "Besides, how would you know?"

Danny shook her head at him. Sighing, she glanced back at me, then gestured to the boy behind her. "Thea, meet Riley. My idiot brother."

"Oh, it-it's nice to meet you," I smiled awkwardly, eyes flickering between the both of them. I took a tentative step out of the bathroom and raised a hand to wave. "I'm Thea."

He stared for a long while, then blinked.

"I'd love to take you out on a date," he stated.

My jaw slackened. Danny groaned from beside me and slapped a hand over her face. "So embarrassing," she muttered.

"Um, well," I laughed gracelessly and rubbed my arm. "Actually, I-I have a boyfriend." My heart panged as those words left my lips but I brushed it off with another teasing smile towards the boy. "And besides, you're a little bit too young, right?"

"Oh, that's all?" He pointed at me with an eager smile. "So in a few years, right? A few years is all I need!"

"I- I don't think-"

"Okay, that's enough," said Danny, shoving Riley by the face towards the stairs. He scowled and swatted her away. "You'd better watch the twins while I'm gone. I already cooked dinner. Just reheat it in the oven for fifteen minutes if it gets cold. And make sure dad eats, alright? Don't just let him sit there."

"Yeah, yeah," he mocked. "I know the whole deal. You've only told me a thousand times."

"And I'm telling you again, you little shit. Don't burn the house down."

"I won't! Jeez." Rolling his eyes, his gaze returned to me and he smirked. "See you next time. When your boyfriend's out of the picture, yeah?"

I couldn't help but snort behind my hand as Danny shooed him away and grabbed me by the wrist. She dragged me into her room. As soon as the door was shut, I burst into a fit of giggles at how stupidly sweet that encounter was. Never in a million years would I have considered dating Danny's brother, but his confidence was remarkable. He didn't appear fazed at all by the rejection. My friend, on the other hand, looked absolutely appalled and was hiding her face in her hands.

"I'm sorry about that," she said in a muffled tone. "He has serious issues and needs serious help."

"It's fine, don't worry."

"Oh fuck, I completely forgot," she said and dropped her hands. "Who knew you had such a banging body under all that?"

"Does it look nice?" I smiled excitedly, doing a little twirl in front of her.

"Better than nice," she muttered.

"Says you," I gestured, nodding at her own outfit which could easily put mine to shame. Raising a hand to her hair, she showcased her own gorgeous dress which complimented her figure tenfold. The silver glittery material clinched around her waist and a deep neckline ran down the valley between her breasts, reaching just above her stomach. She'd left her hair in beach waves which cascaded down her back. I never took her for a dress person either but she certainly pulled it off.

"Yeah, whatever." She waved her hand about at my compliment, making me smile. "Let's go already. You're such a slow coach."

"Me? You were the one who took ten years to do your makeup," I said, planting my hands on my hips.

Danny rolled her eyes playfully and led me out of her room after grabbing our bags. Butterflies flittered and fluttered animatedly in my tummy as we made our way down the stairs, the shrieks of her younger siblings ricocheting off the walls. "We're leaving, Riley!" she yelled out, her voice almost drowned out by the noise. She didn't wait for a response before pulling the door open and yanking me outside; I wasn't sure if it was the best idea for me to wear heels, especially since I could hardly balance in them and had to stagger down the steps.

The night was cold, our body heat borrowed like cups of sugar from the cool wind. I couldn't help but laugh at the sensation. Danny gave me a look which told me she was weirded out by my behaviour but that didn't stop me from holding my arms up and inhaling the fresh, night air.

"I love this smell," I sighed in content.

"What smell? I don't smell anything," she said while locking the door.

"The smell of the night! It smells fresh... and musky. But my favourite is the smell after rain. I think it's called petrichor?"

"Never heard of that one. I like the smell of jasmine. And vanilla."

"Really? I love those scents too!"

I bounced in my heels as Danny gave me another funny look and began walking away from me. "Hurry up, you weirdo. We're already late enough."

"Hold on a second," I called and tottered over to her, wobbling in my heels.

She let me hold onto her arm on our way to the person's house while we chattered mindlessly about anything and everything. She still hadn't told me whose house we were going to and I could only hope it was a girl who was kind and welcoming. I wondered what the decorations would be like, whether they'd be colour-themed or random; if the other girls would be dressed similarly or more conservatively; whether they'd have chocolate or red velvet cake.

My mind pulled back to that moment with Synn on the phone: "It's not the kind of party you're thinking of."

Gently, I cleared my throat. I glanced up at Danny beside me. "So, I-I was wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"What kind of party are we going to?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "You know, just your average one. It's at some rich girl's place."

"Will they have cake?"

My friend paused to look down at me, greyish-blue eyes squinting in confusion. A baffled smile made its way onto her face. "I mean... sure. Someone probably brought some."

"Really? That's a relief," I smiled and leaned into her arm further, only to try to explain myself. "I-I say that because I skipped dinner! So I was just feeling a little hungry, that's all."

"Well, I'm sure they'll have some snacks like crisps, nachos, chocolate. Plenty for your choosing, smiley."

I grinned. Danny's answers brought some comfort as I mulled over Synn's words once more. He must have been confused. Parties were parties. How different could they be from one another?

It was a twenty minute walk filled with my nonsensical babbling, which was at an all-time high from the excitement brimming inside me. Soon enough, a lavish mansion came into view. My jaw dropped as I took in the sheer size of it, the golden-lit windows, but it was the pounding music escaping through the front doors which had me most surprised. It was... loud. Incredibly loud. As we grew closer and closer, I could barely hear myself think. Cautiously, I glanced at Danny, only she didn't appear astounded in the slightest. She looked rather used to it.

Fighting the urge to block out the sounds, I clutched my friend's arm tighter. She led me down the path to the front door steps.

I froze.

Suddenly, someone burst through the door and stumbled down the steps. Not a second later, yellow liquid was gurgling from their throat and pouring into the grass. They clutched their knees, hunched over. The vomit wasn't what had me surprised: it was the fact it wasn't a girl I was expecting - it was a guy.

And that was when it hit me.

This wasn't an all-girls party like how it was at school. There were boys at this party. How could I have been so ignorant? How could I have missed that vital, vital point before coming to this place?

"You're gonna break my arm if you squeeze it any tighter," Danny suddenly laughed. I looked back at her to see a great, whopping smile on her face. This wasn't one of those small ones she'd given me when she was amused. This was a genuine one, scarlet-painted lips spread wide, white teeth on display, cheeks pressed up to her eyes. This looked like home to her - parties, boys, dancing - it was second nature. "Come on, I want you to meet my friends."

Tugging me forward by my wrist, I could feel my breaths becoming increasingly ragged as we passed the boy still throwing up on the grass. This didn't feel right. The smells and the sounds coming from the mansion were making my skin crawl. My stomach dropped when several heads came into view, heads full of short hair followed by wide shoulders which belonged to males. There were so many of them.

All I could hear was ringing as I was dragged through the front doors and into the house. The deafening music faded out into throbbing pulses that I could feel in my temples as I stared around, eyes darting from face to face. They never stayed in one place for too long. I could hardly hear a thing and not because of the sounds around me but because of my own blood rushing through my ears, blocking out the noise until it felt like I was suffocating.

I was suffocating.

The grinding of pelvises and rubbing of bodies had my head lolling in different directions. I could feel eyes on me but I couldn't see anything. Why couldn't I see or hear anything? It was all so fuzzy-

"What kinda drink do you want?"

As if a switch had been flicked inside me, I was suddenly consumed by noise. Music throbbed under the blinking lights like an artery, but instead of blood gushing through, it was alcohol. The smell was sweet and pungent and made me gag. Danny looked at me expectantly, still holding onto my wrist. Her blonde hair turned blue and violet under the disco lights. "W-Water," I tried to say but it sounded like nothing had left my lips.

Thankfully, she must have been good at lip reading because she gave me a nod and continued to guide me through the crowd. There was something sour in the air, and something musky; never in my life had so many smells wanted to overpower my nose before. How could people breathe?

I kept my eyes on the ground for as long as I could but it became a difficult task when we reached an especially crowded area. Doubtfully, I looked up at the faces around me and felt my breath catch in my throat once I saw the faces around me. Boys were chugging from green bottles, throats bobbing up and down and necks slick with sweat.

Boisterous guffaw cut in and out of the music. One of them looked at me through hazy eyes and licked his lips.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to leave.

Before the tears could start falling, Danny managed to pull me into the kitchen, which was significantly less crowded compared to the rest of the house. I panted as soon as I reached the table, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. I didn't feel safe. I didn't feel safe at all.

"Here's your water," signalled Danny as she raised a red solo cup in front of me. She paused once she saw the expression on my face. "Wait, hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

I couldn't speak. My head was spinning too fast. All I could think about was how right Synn had been when he warned me about this party. I should have listened to him. I should have listened to him. I should have listened.

"Here," she said softly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I was still quivering like a newborn lamb and she took notice, raising the cup to my lips. I took a sip of the water but the urge to cry only heightened, pricking the tip of my nose. I was such a terrible girlfriend. What would Synn say if he were here? How could I have betrayed his trust like this? He was right. He was completely and utterly right and I'd gone against him.

"Th-Thank you," I forced out in a whisper.

"I didn't know you had social anxiety," she commented with her brows furrowed. That was one way to put it. I wasn't about to correct her about my fear any time soon, not when I was still focusing on breathing. I was certain I'd paled and my eyes were bug-wide. "Let me take you upstairs. My friends hang out there and it's not as busy so you should be able to breathe."

Unsure of what else to do, I nodded my head. She still looked concerned by the way I was trembling and tightened her hold around my shoulders before guiding me outside. I tried not to screw my eyes shut. The smells immediately engulfed me once more and I desperately clung to her side in fear of any stray hands reaching out to touch me. I didn't think I could handle it.

After some effort of manoeuvring through the crowd, we reached the stairs and slowly ascended them. Laughter bounced off the walls, some teenagers occupying the corridor, and then the sound of cursing from a door on the side. Holding onto Danny's waist, she led us to the door and nudged it open.

That was when my eyes connected with familiar grey ones.

Pierce.

"Woah, shit," someone swore and sat up on the bed. "Who's this chick? She new?"

Panic consumed me like the dark consuming daylight as I stopped and stared at the boy propped up against the bed, still seated on the floor. Pierce's eyes hungrily cruised up and down my body and I was met with a rush of nausea. I could hear Danny speaking in my place, explaining the situation to the rest of the people in the room, but I was too focused on him. Why was he here? Danny and Pierce... were friends?

He stumbled up from the bed and Danny let go of me, pulling him in for a strange hug involving a fist bump. He was wearing an arm sling. "Fuck, dude, I haven't seen you in forever," she laughed and I shuddered when he laughed too.

It was only then that I took in the sights of the rest of the room. It was a bedroom - that much I could tell - and there was a girl and boy curled up on the bed, scantily dressed and examining me too. The boy's hair was dyed a vibrant blue and the girl was looking at me with reddened, curious eyes. I noticed that there was another boy who was seated at the desk in front of me, observing me in deep thought. He was almost as scary as Pierce with his dark curls and pale, ghostly skin.

"Yo, wait," called Danny from beside me, gesturing to something on the table. "Who brought the Charlie?"

My eyes widened once they landed on small plastic bags littering the desk. The packets were all empty but lines of white stuff had been strung out neatly on the surface of the table, credit cards lying beside them. Fearfully, I looked up at Pierce who still hadn't moved from his position and noticed the same smudge of white powder under his nose.

I knew that was either icing sugar or cocaine and from the way his eyes were bloodshot and watery, I could guess it wasn't the former.

"You want some, Dan?" nodded the boy sitting at the desk and I flinched at his croaky voice. My heart felt like it was on fire and it was becoming even more painful to breathe than it was downstairs. My eyes snapped to my only friend's and she looked indecisive. So these were her friends? People who did drugs? How could I have been so blind?

"You know I've given that up, man," she laughed and stepped deeper into the room. "But you can pass me a blunt. I just found out I'm failing chemistry again."

"Aw shit, really?" said the blue haired boy, handing her a small cylinder, and they became engaged in conversation.

My face grew hot once I noticed the girl lying on top of him had started suckling at his neck, leaving red marks behind in her passing, and I snapped my gaze away. "Hey girlie, come and take a seat," called the brown haired ghost and I tentatively looked at him. He had spun around in his chair with his legs wide open and gestured downwards, wearing an unnerving smirk. He wanted me to sit... in his lap?

"Ethan, don't be a dick," Pierce glowered, shoving him in the shoulder. The boy continued to spin in his chair with a laugh and raised his hands in question.

"What? I'm just being nice," he shrugged, giving me another look over.

Uncomfortably, I squirmed and held onto my other arm, hoping to protect myself with a barrier of my limbs alone. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I wanted to go home but I didn't have any money on me nor a bus pass to get me there. I couldn't even remember my way back to Danny's house and I couldn't just ask her to leave. That would be too inconsiderate when she wanted to spend time with her... friends, no matter how terrifying they were.

"Sunshine, don't just stand there like an idiot. Sit down already," Pierce ordered mockingly. Lost, I stared around the room in search of a seat but the only space available was next to Pierce. I didn't want to sit next to him but my only friend was still busy talking to the blue boy.

Trying not to hobble in my heels, I hesitantly moved closer to the bed and knelt down next to him. It felt like my whole body was throbbing with fear at the action of sitting on the floor, my back leaning against the bed.

I felt his hot stare tracing the side of my face - a familiar burn singing my cheeks and eyelashes. Fearfully, I glanced at him. He smirked. Silvery, fox eyes glowed with an unusual fire. I thought it would have been snuffed after what happened with Synn, seeing the evidence of his broken arm, but the anger was still apparent. Fresh. Hungry. Unstifled. In some ways, he looked even more dangerous than before.

"Wait, hold on a second," said the brown haired Ethan, observing us both with red, watery eyes. "Pisshead, you know her?"

He pointed a wavering finger at me.

"Yeah, she's my sister's best friend," he grunted and grabbed ahold of a dark bottle from the desk. He popped off the cap and started gulping down the drink.

"You always know the cutest chicks," he complained. "Can't you share her with me?"

"She's all mine, boys."

I looked up to see Danny hovering over me, offering me an easy grin. I gave an internal sigh at the fact that she had finished her conversation with the other boy and I thought she was about to save me from the other two. But instead, she crouched down in front of me and pointed her thumb to the door, looking straight at Pierce. He stared back at her and arched a brow.

"Can I see you outside for a second?" Danny asked. "I'll be right back, smiley."

Pierce briefly glanced over at me, a slight smirk pulling at his lips, before nodding his head. He pushed himself up from the place beside me and followed her out of the room, taking his bottle with him. I wanted to shout, "Please don't leave me!" but she had already left me with the two other boys and the girl on the bed.

"Why so tense?" pouted Ethan teasingly and I shifted under his gaze. "We're not going to eat you, sweetheart. The least you could do is talk."

"Leave her alone, jackass," grumbled the girl and I silently thanked her for standing up for me, no matter how small the favour was. Ethan scoffed and started playing with a credit card in his hands, tilting his head side to side. I stared at him wide-eyed.

"You gonna tell us your name then?" he pressed.

Balling my hands up tightly, I swallowed the lump in my throat and whispered, "It's Th-Thea."

"Well aren't you a cutie?" he rasped, making me flinch. "Come on, sweetheart. Loosen up a little. This is a party after all."

Propping himself up in the chair, he started to tap the credit card against the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. I swallowed nervously when I realised that he was gathering the white powder into another strip. My heart was in my stomach.

"You want a line, sweetheart?" questioned Ethan, giving me a sly glance out of the corner of his eye. I didn't know what colour contacts he was wearing but his eyes looked abnormally dark for his fair skin tone; if I wasn't so alert right now, I would have thought he was a vampire from another world. But to answer his question, I shook my head on instant. He pouted. "You're no fun."

He paused and spun in the chair again, reaching over for a container behind him. I perked up when he peeled off the lid to reveal sweet smelling treats.

"How about a brownie?"

I was going to refuse but coincidentally, my stomach rumbled at that moment. A flush crawled upon my cheeks like insects. He grinned and held out the container in front of me with a little wave. They didn't look... too bad. Dubiously, I reached out and was about to take a square, only to feel a manicured hand being placed on my shoulder. "Hold on a second," said the girl from behind me. She had piercings I hadn't caught sight of before. "You sure you know what's in those?"

"It's-It's chocolate, isn't it?" I asked softly.

"Precisely, Amy," gritted out Ethan, giving the girl a warning glance. When he turned back to me, he was smiling again which was rather strange. "Just chocolate."

"Okay," I mumbled in a hesitant tone.

I picked up a brownie from the box and raised it to my lips, my eyes darting fleetingly from face to face around me.

"Just one."

*****

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Hey fudglings!

I'm sorry this has taken so long for me to post! I kept on meaning to at the start of November but lots of things were going wrong with my project and I had to sort all that out

But what did you guys think? Thoughts on Thea? Danny? Pierce? Ethan? I didn't give the others names because I wanted you guys to feel as lost and unsettled as Thea because she has no clue what's going on or how to act around these people or who they are. And what do you think is gonna happen now? This whole chapter was so unnerving to write and I loved it because they're all so shady and creepy and oo la la how did you feel about the fact that they were taking drugs? Cocaine in particular O.O MY POOR BABY WABY THEA

SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED IN THIS PAST MONTH. First of all, I went to Pakistan! I HAVEN'T BEEN THERE IN OVER 8 YEARS. Omg I loved it so much THE WEATHER WAS SO NICE and I got to spend time with my baby cousins and play cricket and hide and seek with them and alhamdulillah I got to see the beautiful culture and have fun with my family I miss it so much already :(( ALSO THIS IS SO SUDDEN but I'm suddenly receiving a lot of attention from guys?? I was NOT that attractive in school so this is all very foreign to me and I genuinely don't know how to react when someone flirts with me LMAOOOO LIKE ARE YOUR EYES ALRIGHT MATE but hehe I can't deny it do be feeling nice sometimes

But on a serious note, I want to make a statement about what's going on in the Middle East right now. I'm sure most of you have heard about the Israel-Gaza conflict, which isn't really a conflict at all. No matter what the media or government is telling you, I need you to listen now: what's going on in Palestine right now is genocide. It is collective punishment. War crimes are being committed by Israel and the entire world has turned a blind eye because of the fact they are Arab, majority Muslim, and don't fit into the narrative Western media is trying to create. Israel is a terrorist regime, an apartheid state, and another Nakba is happening before our very eyes.

A common question I hear is: how did the genocide of millions of Jews happen back in World War II? How could people have let it happen?

WE are letting it happen once again. Whatever you're doing right now, whether it's posting on social media, giving money to Palestine/IDF, staying silent - THAT is what you would have done back then. Are you going to sit there and let a genocide happen to tens of thousands of children, brothers and sisters? In silence, we are complicit.

SPEAK UP. Go to protests. Give money to Gaza. Write to politicians. Boycott. Do EVERYTHING in your power to be on the right side of history, because being pro-Palestine does not mean you are pro-Hamas or anti-Semitic - like the media paint it out to be. Being pro-Palestine means you're pro-humanity, and I sincerely hope my dear readers are.

If you're pro-Israel, I don't care if you unfollow or stop reading my book. I am pro-Palestine, have always been and always will be. If that doesn't fit with your beliefs, please get off my page. I don't need any Zionists consuming my work so you're doing me a favour.

Charities to donate to:
- Medical Aid for Palestine (MAP)
- Palestine Children's Relief Fund (PCRF)
- Islamic Relief
- United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (UNRWA)

Accounts to follow on instagram for updates:
- motaz_azaiza
-byplestia
- eye.on.palestine
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Starbucks, McDonalds, Disney, Coca Cola, Pepsi, KFC, L'Oreal, Maybelline, Nestle, Zara, H&M, FENDI, Dior, Marks and Spencer, Clinique, Chanel, NYX, MAC, Rimmel, Too Faced, Puma, DKNY, Subway, Dominos, Burger King, Fanta, Nescafe, Dr Pepper, Costa, Pret a Manger, Garnier, Dove, TESCO, Pringles, Mars, Galaxy, pampers, Vicks, Ariel, Lays, Popeyes, Pantene, Vanish, Always, M&Ms, CNN, Maggi, Georgio Armani, Tommy Hilfiger, Calvin Klein, BOSS, Nokia , Johnson & Johnson, KitKat, Heinz...

On a more positive note!!

Potato question of the day: Do you believe in aliens?

I BELIEVE THERE ARE ALIENS SOMEWHERE >:( THE UNIVERSE IS SO BIG THEY'VE GOTTA BE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE and apparently there was news recently that radio signals were found being sent from somewhere in space but they don't know where from SO SOMEONE HAS TO BE SENDING THOSE SIGNALS AND I HOPE IT'S MY OWN SQUISHY ALIEN

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