Beneath fluorescent streetlights, a cat, perched on a rusty mailbox, eyes passing cars with an air of regal indifference, appearing like a tiny, furry monarch observing peculiar subjects.
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Beneath neon signs, shoes thump pavement while coffee steam swirls upwards. A forgotten umbrella flutters, tangled in a bicycle wheel, awaiting rescue.
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Morning coffee in hand, I noticed the cat watching squirrels through the window. Each flick of its tail seemed to mirror their frantic leaps across tree branches.
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