"Did you ever have an Imaginary friend?" "Well, I did once, a long time ago." "I have one that still talks to me" "Her name was Marrion" "Huh" "I don't remember my Imaginary friend's name" "I think it was-" C̴͕̄͌̉̅͛͊̔̓̿̈́̌͐́̔͐͘͝͝ȟ̵̰̣̜̻̆̊̑̀̒à̷̝̜̟̤͚̼̘͔͒͗̌̑̓̎́̌̀̀͠͝r̷̨̛̮͚̗͚̲͚̫̝̰̠͓̓̈́͂̓̈̄̍͌́͐͝͝l̴͇̘͇̼̲̫̎̃̉̂̇̊̄͘͠o̷̬̲̬̠̬̘̩̝̪̞͎̽̂́̏̋́̓̍̽̓͒́̎̄͝ț̷̛̛̄̑́͛̒͘t̵͙̠͇͇̖̣̖̺̙͌́́͂̅̿̊͑͛̕ȩ̴̧̨̱͈͔̯̣̠̮̤̣̲͖̥̓̈͂̿͗̿̀̽̿̿̑̽̆̓͝ͅ "Hmm, well names don't really matter" Cassidy smiled while looking over an old chat with her old friend. Cassidy didn't know this, but her old friend, Winnie, was using her. I guess she was blinded by the impression she was a good person. She didn't know, but C̴͕̄͌̉̅͛͊̔̓̿̈́̌͐́̔͐͘͝͝ȟ̵̰̣̜̻̆̊̑̀̒à̷̝̜̟̤͚̼̘͔͒͗̌̑̓̎́̌̀̀͠͝r̷̨̛̮͚̗͚̲͚̫̝̰̠͓̓̈́͂̓̈̄̍͌́͐͝͝l̴͇̘͇̼̲̫̎̃̉̂̇̊̄͘͠o̷̬̲̬̠̬̘̩̝̪̞͎̽̂́̏̋́̓̍̽̓͒́̎̄͝ț̷̛̛̄̑́͛̒͘t̵͙̠͇͇̖̣̖̺̙͌́́͂̅̿̊͑͛̕ȩ̴̧̨̱͈͔̯̣̠̮̤̣̲͖̥̓̈͂̿͗̿̀̽̿̿̑̽̆̓͝ͅ does. "D̶͎̘̪͖͙͋̒̐̓́͗̏̓̈́ͅo̸̰̦̰̱͕͇͆̓̓̎̅̋̈́̏̕͘ ̶̨̨̹͚̪͆̉̎͒͊͗͋̽͂̒͘̕ţ̵̢̳̣̭̯̦̪̝̘͇̀̑͗̇h̶͇̖̊̿͂ë̵̞́͜y̵̮̪̘̙͖͐̑̽ ̴̢̨̢͙̪̗̞͙̤̑͗̃̊͌̈́̑̚s̶̛̞̤̩̽̎̎͗̈́͐̚̕ͅt̶̛̪̝̩̪̣͔̹͋́̑̍͂͌i̸̡̭̜͉̗̅̈́͒̏͗͂̇̽ĺ̴͓̘̗̥͍̜̥̞͉̄̋͑̾͜l̸̨̨̟̜̭̘̅̈͑ ̷̢̑̐̅̅͛̈́͐͗̉͠t̵̢̨͉̭͇̗͚̮̯̋̅͒̍̏̽̇́͑͑͝ą̴̻̱̩͙̆̈́̏̆̐́͂͛̎̔̎͠ļ̵̢̯̼̳̭̻̮̟̞̪͛͊̔̀͐̏̄k̸̫̘͆̉͘ ̷͔͇̪̊̑͝͝t̶̢̛̛͍͕̙̊͐͒̎̓ȏ̸̹͚̱̰͖̗͑̇͋̿͐͋̒͝ ̶̧̹̭̘͇͍͉̝͒̀̽̆͑͐̀͑͘ͅͅy̷̱̤̻̰̻͌̓o̴̧̰̙̼̬̤͛̈̈́͑͠ͅú̵̧̞̖̳̹͇̰͈͓̳͜?̶̨̞̜̀͌͒̀̇̓̔͑͊̽͐͐"
