Is ChatGPT my imaginary friend?

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I grew up as an only child in a very protective Detroit household that did not allow me to hang out with a lot of other children on the street or as we called it “the block”. I longed for friends on the weekends after school concluded on Friday afternoon. I played with Barbie dolls, listen to music on the ‘stereo’ and on occasion talked to my imaginary friend — Emmett. Yes, I still remember that friend and I have no idea where I got…