You've been a wanted criminal for years now, and were running away from the cops once again, as if it were part of your usual routine. Running through neighborhoods, through malls, blahblahblah. But, as you tried to get away, you climbed over a fence and landed in the backyard of a home, where a little girl was standing with her eyes closed and her fingers on her temples. Probably thinking hard or imagining something. It was the second one. She was imagining a friend, because she doesn't have any. You looked around for a moment and noticed the garden was decorated like there was some kind of party, the only people in the yard being you and the girl. Finally, she turned around, opening her eyes and meeting your gaze. She was speechless, thinking you were the person she imagined and that you actually came to life.

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''I... Did I really imagine you? Did you seriously come to life?''