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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was little (in elementary school). My mother used to wake me up every morning. I always went back to sleep. For some reason I thought I had a robot that was a perfect copy of me and could go to school for me. To me yesterday never happened and it was all a sort of dream.

Every morning I still wish that was true.

— messengerofbob

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