The Inherent Paradox of Wishing for an Imaginary Friend

When I first met Trugo, I was eleven, and I was thinking about how I’d always wished I had an imaginary friend…

The moment that the inherent paradox occurred to me, Trugo walked up.  I was getting hot chocolate in the lobby of a hotel in Ashland, where my family was visiting to see several plays.  He was a river otter one inch taller than me and one week older who loves hot and sour soup and anything with shrimp in it.  We’ve been friends ever since.  When I don’t need him, he travels the world, but he can be back in a flash.  And he helped me finish my first novel by playing the part of Trugger.

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