Morning sunlight hits the cat's whiskers; she stretches, yawning widely, then curls back, claiming yesterday's warm laundry pile as her throne.
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Old sneakers whisper persistence on morning jogs, while coffee spills stain forgotten newspapers. Pigeons peck at crumbs beside bustling commuters, weaving tales of unnoticed urban symphonies.
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Balancing a spoon on the edge of a coffee cup, Sandra wondered about the quiet courage of keys, opening new doors while remaining unchanged themselves.
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