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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named Jordan. me and Jordan went everywhere together, but one day he ran out into the street and was hit by a car. He just lay in the street bleeding and calling for help. I ran and got my mom, and begged her to take Jordan to the hospital. But alas, she didn't listen to me. I ran back outside and dragged him from out of the street, and he died in my arms. I was grief-stricken for at least a week.

— Cybela

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