Forgotten umbrella waits beside the door, an unwitting guardian against sunny skies. Its solitude speaks in the language of unpredictable weather, an ode to neglected foresight.
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Steam rises from an untouched coffee cup, forgotten amidst the morning rush. A lone sock peeks from under the couch, silently narrating a story of mismatched laundry.
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Steam rose from the coffee mug, forming a tiny morning cloud in the kitchen. Birds outside debated loudly over crumbs on the windowsill.
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