So the weeks went by and me and the random guy from the grocery store started talking through texting, his name is apparently Samuel. He is very hot. He liked to wear leather jackets and praise Satan. 'Wow,' I thought to myself. 'He's hot and edgy'.
Then one day by chance I tripped over something.
"Ow," I said on the pavement rubbing my head. "Sorry," said a voice, it was turtle dude who was prowling at night in the rain on all fours as usual.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," I said "But do you want to go inside? It's raining and cold". "Sure," he said. Then he went into my house.
As soon as he scuttled in, I threw a towel over him.
"Thank you," he said.
We sat up all night watching Netflix, it was a documentary about Turtles. After that, we talked frequently. His name was Alfred apparently.
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