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Morning sun hits the coffee shop window, illuminating a forgotten book on a worn oak table; steam dances above a lonely cup, whispering of untold stories.
Staring at the screen, my coffee went cold while I pondered whether penguins ever dream of flying beneath a different star than ours.
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