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Imaginary Friend

while you grew you knew certain things even behind Oz' wizard's curtain and certainly certain things they now call anomalies which would bring an odd assemblage of the continuous my friend he is real so truly believe it a donkey named and i don't know why Manny or perhaps it's Mannie kids can't spell properly so i just know the name i gave him still the same but now passed along to my oldest niece's daughter making her the first of a great lineage of greats if i stick around for so long which is longer then the donkey has for being a real friend i not only confided in him but he was the cold cloth across my forehead and the always there even when parents weren't but no fault of their own i was never alone holding him tight so that his neck was the first to go but my Mum giving me support supported his neck adding extra stuffing so good enough but over time he lost a button eye and his tail was re placed by colorful string interesting how Manny could take different form and trans form and yet be himself to me but after all was said and done he was completely over hauled skin grafted and so well crafted that only a few pieces were left of self from gotten off of the shelf but his look of like with all the other Manny donkeys was his own personality and as i said a real friend

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