We picked Cliff up at the train station. I thought he looked bigger and older. "It’s a pleasure to see you, Patsy," he said, reaching out to shake hands with the air.
"Hey!" yelled Mary. "You can’t talk to Patsy. He is my imaginary friend."
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We picked Cliff up at the train station. I thought he looked bigger and older. "It’s a pleasure to see you, Patsy," he said, reaching out to shake hands with the air. "Hey!" yelled Mary. "You can’t talk to Patsy. He is my imaginary friend." |