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The stripes on my skin, once a curse, now a blessing in disguise. I am a zebra, a creature like no other, and the circus is where I can truly shine. No longer do I hide in the grasslands, blending in with the herd. Here, I am a performer, a marvel to behold as I soar and spin in the bright lights of the big top.

Zebra Performer of the Circus

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