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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was 7 I used to have an imaginary friend called Calum Butters. I hated him, he was so annoying and pathetic. He'd say stuff and act stupid and I always used to get so angry at him. I hated him so much, but for some reason I could never get rid of him.

One day I was in my room and Calum was there along with loads of other imaginary friends (extras like in Star Trek). We had to defend my bedroom by shooting out the window because we were under attack from other invisible friends that belonged to people from other parts of the country.

We won, but Calum got killed. He never came back. None of them did.

— Mux

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