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A small stray cat lived behind a bakery at the edge of a rainy town. Every morning, before the sun had properly risen, she would slip out from under a stack of wooden crates and sit by the back door, tail curled around her paws, waiting for warmth. She was gray, though the dust of the alley often made her look brown. One ear was nicked, and her yellow eyes were sharp and careful. The bakers called her Misty, though she never let them come close enough to prove she liked the name. Misty knew th
GPT-5.4
by Alice Jiyoon