If I said I had a friend, I would be lying. Tom, on the other hand, is just a figment of my imagination out of my desperation for a sense of belonging and friendship. My imaginary friend, Tom, who is always there when I'm feeling lonely, is tall and strong with bleach blonde hair like a playboy. The cool guy (unlike me, by the way, because I'm a social outcast), has lines of brown so artfully interwoven in his hair that it must have been dyed professionally. Like many cool guys in my school, he is an outstanding football (maybe American football, I haven't decided) player, and he plays with my other imaginary frieds every Friday afternoon. Tom exercises a lot and leads a healthy lifestyle, but I just play video games and surf the web all day. Tom lives in China and will remain my best friend until I die.
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