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   “It’s been floating around the science community for years,” he said, pushing up his glasses feverishly. “There’s more to this idea than we think. We need to stop dismissing it as mere fiction. There is some reasoning behind it,” he said, nodding his head animatedly. Whenever he spoke about science, the unknown, his eyes lit up with a certain passion that his young daughter had always admired. His curious nature, the way he pushed his glasses frantically when he was excited, his determination: she loved all of it.    At the young age of eleven, she knew it impolite to eavesdrop, especially on her fathe

   “It’s been floating around the science community for years,” he said, pushing up his glasses feverishly. “There’s more to this idea than we think. We need to stop dismissing it as mere fiction. There is some reasoning behind it,” he said, nodding his head animatedly. Whenever he spoke about science, the unknown, his eyes lit up with a certain passion that his young daughter had always admired. His curious nature, the way he pushed his glasses frantically when he was excited, his determination: she loved all of it.    At the young age of eleven, she knew it impolite to eavesdrop, especially on her fathe

13 years you waited for this day. 13 horrifying years you waited to do this, of all the things, 13 years for you to confess your love to your imaginary friend. His name was Bob. He and you were real good friends for a long long time. 13 years, to be exact. He was pretty, with flowing jet black locks and passionate blue orbs, yet you could never tell what he was thinking, even though you made him up in your own mind. He was cool, suave and liked to give you presents that made you blush and feel funny inside. Warm and funny. It was a good feeling. You walked up to him with awe in your eyes and said, “Bob, I have and always will love you.&