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I don’t have a name. Or at least, I don’t remember it. I live exactly in the middle of a old town and a bright city. My favorite plant is a dandelion. I live on a hill. Sometimes I wander around the old town but I never walked around the city. The old town was very poor. They thought that a white cat would bring them good luck. I was a white cat. One day, a girl from the city came up the hill and took me.