Morning sunlight sliced through traffic, glinting off chrome. An old man shuffled past, clutching a newspaper and whistling a tune only he remembered.
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Morning light glints off the toaster, revealing last night's crumbs still clinging stubbornly. Coffee drips steadily, steam curling like a lazy dancer. Monday begins.
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A squirrel paused mid-leap beside a crowded city sidewalk, clutching a bright red apple core. Passersby continued without noticing its daring snack theft.
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