Okay, so my mom and I were talking about what happened with my dad and that shut. She mentioned what I did when I was two. Here it is:
I was sitting with my mom at night, watching TV, when I tugged on her sleeve. She asked me what was wrong and I said: "I wanna play with the boy." she frowned and told me that there was no boy. I replied with: "yes there is. He's smiling and waving at me. He's under the coffee table."
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What the fuck... I honestly don't know why I said that. Apparently she couldn't see him, but I could. That's all I remember.
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