Steam rose from the freshly baked loaf, filling the kitchen with warmth. A bird perched outside, eyeing crumbs hopefully. Morning peace woven through simple moments.
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Beneath flickering streetlights, a lone skateboard clatters past closed bakeries. Forgotten newspapers rustle, whispering secrets to the silent, watchful alley cats.
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Morning light bounces off puddles, creating disco patterns on the sidewalk. Commuters dodge splashes, umbrellas bobbing like synchronized swimmers, each step a dance.
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