Beneath the coffee shop menu, a pigeon taps its beak against glass, studying reflections of hurried commuters clutching mismatched umbrellas, oblivious to its patient curiosity.
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Crisp toast lands butter-side down, defying odds. Coffee brews steadily, whispering morning secrets. Sunlight filters through blinds, painting stripes across the sleepy kitchen floor.
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Lemon-scented soap bubbles drift across the sunlit kitchen. A forgotten radio hums softly, its melody weaving through the morning air like an unseen thread.
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