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The prompt: You are someone's shadow. Tell me about a typical day. (any style)
No one cares if I’m around until the famous day on February two, each year when he comes out to play. They gather round a-dancing; the mayor brings a crate. Locked inside, he and I ride: prognosticator freight. Chill wind itself is standing still and winter holds her breath; they both know that my absence would mean painful, early death. At nine o’clock precisely, from captivity he peeks. “The shadow’s seen! “ (That’s me they mean) For winter, six more weeks. All eyes on me, I’m striking quite a pose there on the grass. I’m such a famous shadow! Do you want my autograph? - - - - - Winner, Day 13, in the
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