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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was about six, my first imaginary friend turned up. Her name was Kate, and she was sixteen, tattooed, and with multiple piercings. I used to adore Kate, but she couldn't stand me, and I'd often go crying to my mother that Kate was ignoring me. Luckily, Kate had a brother, named Montezuma, who was much nicer. He was any age I decided he should be, but was most often thirteen. Strangely enough, I got a crush on Montezuma when I was eight... Yes, they both lasted until I was nine...

— Erika - with the bizarre childhood.

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