I was so impressed with Robbie the Robot that I adopted him as my imaginary friend. Wherever I went I imagined that he was with me, and I would talk to him, in my head, when we were alone. We're almost home now. Should we play games?
To this day I still say we in my head. Should we go to the store? Do we need milk?
Dunno who I'm talking to, now. Him, still? My guardian angel? God?
You?
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