Email To My Brother: The XXX-Files

With the recent rash of UFO sightings (even Tucker Carlson from Fox News has reported on them), I asked our father if he believed in space aliens.
    Surprisingly, he told me yes.
    “In fact,” he said, “when your older brother was twelve, he used to wake us up in the middle of the night with his crying. ‘I’ve been an anally probed! I’ve been anally probed!’ he would scream hysterically. It was a horrible time. Your mother and I barely got any sleep.”
    “And was it a space alien?” I asked him.
    “No," he told me. "It was just our neighbor from next door."
  
  
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