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“Help Me Find My Spaceman Lover"
This heading is the title to a short story about a woman who meets an alien in a Walmart parking lot and proceeds to fall in love, or something, with him. While I am not exactly interested in pale, reed-thin males with glowing eyes and knobby, tentacle-like fingers, not to mention other, ah, squiggly body parts, I can appreciate that woman's desire to connect with someone she finds intriguing (she liked his alluring, sensitive alien ways, of course).
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