Imaginary
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"How come I'm the only one who can see you?", the little girl stared straight into the boy's dark green grass orbs.
" Because you are special, and I only like to play with people who are special.", he gave her a reassuring grin that made the girl feel like trusting him with all her heart.
Follow this classic imaginary friendship.
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Inspired by her song burry a friend, bellyache and everything I wanted. Dare to guess what happens after she indulges this imaginary friendship. Is it all in her head or will she truly end up burying a friend?
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