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I can’t say that I ever had an imaginary friend for very long. This one I remember especially vividly… I was seven or eight years old, and I spent all afternoon skipping around outside, making up and singing songs. Looking back, I think she was a mixture of Anne of Green Gables, Pippi Longstocking and a Cowboy. And her name was Stacey – after my favourite babysitter in Anne M. Martin’s Series.

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