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All day long I have to hear about how pretty and nice she is.
We always leave a chair open for her at dinner.
My husband keeps having to insist she's real to family, friends and local newspaper reporters.
Apparently she isn't reachable by video chat.
Imaginary friend/not imaginary friend, whatever, at least I don't have to carry around that stuffed cat anymore.
It's evidently impossible to contact her parents.
She's never seen a Notre Dame football game.
I noticed the "friend" directly affecting school performance.
After the second year, her continued existence started to get a little weird.