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Our Imaginary Childhood by Sara Watson
There were eleven of us altogether: Winnie, River, Mary Jane, Dahlia, Honey, Ruby, Sofie, Izzy, Kid, Jack, and me. We slept in a pile like puppies. Each night we dreamed the same dream, wherein one of us declares her love for the others. In the morning, nobody could quite remember just who had said just what. Our parents spent whole days in bed. We brought them aspirins and glasses of water, buttered toast cut on the diagonal. They loved us but they had headaches. What we learned from them was this: to never be sorry for anything.