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Did you ever have an imaginary friend when you were a kid?
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Nope. Never did.
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Me neither. I did spend some time imagining I was other people's imaginary friend, though.
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Really? How does that work?
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It doesn’t really. People don’t like it. Sometimes they throw things.
Like rocks. And punches.