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21. Imaginary Friend
When she paints her face, she slips into a second universe. Her garland grows black with wanting to go home, but the girls there, they need imaginary friends too. They shout and squeal and she says, “Shhh. Later, when it’s dark as roses, I’ll slip from my hiding place and be the thing that glows in the corner of the garden while no one’s looking.”
