If You Would've Known
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~Kameron's POV~ It all started when I was 2... Most little kids have imaginary friends and such when they're little, around two or three right? I had some too. I don't remember their names because I mean c'mon! Who remembers names of their childhood IMAGINARY friends! Ha! They were all seemingly decent though, except for this one very very bad one, Kammy...
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