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Despite having an extraordinary imagination, I can't think of anything.
She's helped me where no one else was able to. I owe her a debt for that and I start by accepting her as she is - imperfect like the rest of us.
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My gummy-bear died. My unicorn ran away. My imaginary friend got kidnapped. The voices in my head aren't talking to me. Oh no, I'm going sane!
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