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There was a woman in the town who had an afro. She loved her cat and it was her favorite thing to do in town. The cat loved the woman and she loved the cat. They were very happy together in town.
The woman walked through the town with her cat. She was looking for somewhere to live, but she couldn't find any place that felt right.

She was a woman of color and she wanted to live somewhere where she could be herself. At the same time, she didn't want to be in a place where people only saw her as a person of color.

She thought about moving back into her old neighborhood, but it didn't feel right either. She had moved away from there when she was younger because it wasn't safe for people who looked like her at the time.

She didn't want to go back now because it wasn't safe for people like her anymore either—or so she had heard. It was hard to tell what was true and what wasn't anymore; everyone seemed afraid or angry all the time now. She wanted something better than this situation for herself and for others like her.

As I walked through the town, I spotted an Afro woman. She was wearing a purple dress and had a cat on her shoulder. She was walking towards me and she looked like she was in a hurry, so I stepped aside to let her pass by.

I felt someone grab my arm from behind and pull me into a small alleyway. It was the Afro woman! She had caught up to me and pulled me back so she could talk to me in private.

She said, "Hello! My name is Anna and this is my cat, Thomas. Have you seen any good adventures around here lately?"

I told her about all the adventures that had happened recently—my favorite one involved a horse that came out of nowhere and started riding around on top of people's heads—and she said it sounded like fun but maybe not really worth going on an adventure for.

Then she asked if I'd ever been on an adventure before and if so how did it feel? "Well…" I started to say but then something strange happened: The ground beneath us began shaking violently!

The woman stood in the town square and watched as the people went about their days. She had just arrived in this city, and she was still getting her bearings.

She saw a man walking down the road with a cat on his shoulder. The cat sat there, perfectly still, not making a sound or moving at all. The man seemed to be paying it no attention—he just walked down the street with his head down and hands in his pockets.

The woman wondered what he could be thinking about that would make him so quiet and still. She found herself thinking about what it might feel like to live life like that: silent and calm, not worrying about anything but her own thoughts.

But then she realized that this was probably just how most people lived their lives: alone with their thoughts, without anyone else around them to distract them from all their worries. And maybe this was why they were so quiet—because they didn't have anything else to do but think!

And so she decided that when she got back home after her trip through this city, she would try to spend more time alone with herself—just sitting quietly and looking out over everything around her without having any distractions come between herself and what was happening right there in front of

As I walked through the streets of [town name], I felt like I was in a dream. The town was beautiful, with an old-fashioned vibe that made me feel like I had stepped back in time. There were old cars and buildings everywhere, but also plenty of modern conveniences: shops selling all kinds of things, restaurants serving delicious food from every corner of the world, parks with kids playing and happy people relaxing on benches.

I saw a few other black women walking around—they were all dressed very nicely, but they didn't seem to know each other. They were all just wandering around by themselves, looking at things or sitting down and watching what was going on around them.

It was hard not to feel lonely. It occurred to me that maybe this was why these other women didn't talk to each other: they didn't know anyone else here either! But then again… maybe they knew each other! Maybe they just wanted some time alone while they got used to their new surroundings or figured out what they wanted from this place.

I decided not to worry about it too much—I would just go with the flow for now and see how things went from there!

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