Coffee mugs often vanish mysteriously from shared office kitchens, leaving behind only mismatched, forgotten lids as evidence of their fleeting existence.
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Sunlight flickers through dusty blinds, casting zebra-like stripes across the scattered jigsaw pieces. Morning coffee brews quietly, its aroma weaving stories of beginnings untold.
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Stale bread slices, forgotten, become bird feast. Meanwhile, a lone sock, missing its mate, ponders purpose on the laundry room floor. Life's curious leftovers linger.
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