Staring at my empty coffee mug, I realized mornings are like blank canvases, waiting for caffeine's first brushstroke to paint productivity into the day.
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A blue jay swooped towards the unattended picnic table, snagging a forgotten sandwich crust. Nearby, a squirrel watched, contemplating the boldness of its feathered counterpart.
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Glancing around, I noticed a lone sock clinging desperately to the edge of the basket, defying gravity and expectations, as if proclaiming its independence from laundry monotony.
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