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Once, there was a someone by the name of Phoebe. She was very happy and very hyper. But as she stares out the grey window, she looks back to her life in resent. She has had a happy life, and she wishes she can relive the moments. Although she's just 18, she's already counting her wrinkles... because she's a cat. So this is her story.
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