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Prologue
It wasn't as if she'd meant to hide it. She had told them about the parts she was sure about , but really, she had always suspected there was something more. Three years after learning about aliens, Maria Deluca was pretty sure Alien physiology could not explain why she was the way she was. Sure, she couldn't move things without touching them or enter people's minds or even heal people, but Maria had done things without meaning to. Like the time Maria was seriously at risk of running out of alcohol and the bottles had filled themselves. Or the time she'd seen men throwing bricks at her window, but it had mysteriously stayed intact. All the aliens she knew couldn't do that. In a town like Roswell, you may think that it was all just due to the presence that had invaded their town in1947, but Maria had a feeling after learning about aliens it was something more. After all, if aliens existed, why couldn't something else?