Today I went for a fantasy stroll, which I normally do every Sunday. I pretended I was a great big lion, with a luscious flowing mane. Everyone feared me and respected me. They admired my coat, lions are beautiful creatures. I growled and purred and went on a hunt. Several other lions joined me as I feasted on a fresh zebra kill. There is only one king of the jungle.
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