I spent my nights in my room away from mother and father with my friends. They all like to stay with me all except one. Her name was Qwenivere and she liked to come and go. It was peculiar to me that one of my friends would behave in such a manner.
The next few days mother had said she was proud of me for making real friends and giving up my "silly imaginary ones". I wasn't sure what she meant, but I assumed she was finally being a good mother and letting me be.
On the night of December the 12th 1897 I sat down to supper with mother and father. Usually my friends never came to the table, but tonight Qwenivere was there. I did my best as to pretend not to notice her. Mother glanced at me as though I was a crook. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right....
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Horrora friend near to you but far from others what pain that can cause
