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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

Whenever I was in the car I'd pretend it was being chased by the Bomb Rat. I used to have pet newts, and they would eat these little cubes of "freeze-dried tubifex worms". I thought that whole concept was really fascinating, and it wound up the Bomb Rat's favorite food.

As we drove, blocks of this fish-food would fall from the sky into the Bomb Rat's mouth until he swelled into a sphere. His tail then became a fuse and he would roll after the car, ready to explode. He wasn't bad, though.

— Jonathan Franz

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