Lost socks never forget the dryer hike. Meanwhile, fridge magnets clutch supermarket receipts, narrating yesterday's impulse buys—a biography in barcode.
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Steam curled upwards from the coffee machine, carrying the aroma of freshly ground beans through the quiet kitchen. Sunlight painted stripes across the wooden floor.
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Giraffes stare blankly while city pigeons waddle, indifferent to rooftop chaos.
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