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[chad_horvath]

The dangers of too many fake accounts imaginary friends:

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[dreamboatdanny]

The mild, blue-eyed young Ohio boy was a complete egotist, as all children are egotists. He did not want friends for the quite simple reason that no child wants friends. He wanted most of all the people of his own mind, people with whom he could really talk, people he could harangue and scold by the hour, servants, you see, to his fancy. Among these people he was always self-confident and bold. They might talk, to be sure, and even have opinions of their own, but always he talked last and best. He was like a writer busy among the figures of his brain, a kind of tiny blue-eyed king he was, in a six-dollar room facing Washington Square in the city of New York.

*gasp* This is a little too relevant...

[anne_bradstreet]

There must have been two dozen of the shadow people, invented by the child-mind of Enoch Robinson, who lived in the room with him.

Only 2 dozen? Amateur.