Steam from hot chocolate fogs my glasses as I watch raindrops race down the window, each drop tracing its unique path, painting moments of fleeting art on glass.
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Steam curled from the mug, blending with morning light. A cat silently observed, tail flicking once, then settled. Across the street, a red door creaked open, revealing laughter.
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Forgot my umbrella, so rain danced across my notebook, blurring today's agenda.
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