imaginary

I had a imaginary friend when I was a child; he was a goofball and had a oversized purple sweater on. He would visit me every once in a while, help me with my chores and homeworks. He even do my homeworks sometimes when I sleep. We shared a special bond. Until one night he disappeared and never came back. That night, he seemed a little bit off. It's been eleven years and I still think about his last words he said to me, "I'll be right back."

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