I remember when I first learned what 'imaginary' really meant, and thinking that perhaps it was one of those cases like saying 'going to the bathroom' when you meant peeing, not taking a bath. My friends weren't imaginary - they knew things, and they told me things, and sometimes I even saw them. I still had to pour their tea and eat their cookies at our tea parties, but they did give me good advice. "Don't step there Kendra - that plank is weak," they would tell me, or warn me about some of my father's workers and let me know who I could and could not trust. Doesn't everyone have imaginary friends who keep them out of trouble? What's the point in having imaginary friends otherwise? It took me a while to figure out that I was different, somehow, and that my imaginary friends were actual spirits; external and categorically different than me. As I grew older, and my friends began to outgrow their childhoods, I more and more felt diff...
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