Steam curled from the freshly brewed cinnamon-spiced latte, contrasting with the crisp autumn air outside the café window. A solitary leaf skittered across the pavement.
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Steam fogged the mirror as water dripped from the showerhead, while a rubber duck perched atop the faucet seemed to judge my towel-folding technique.
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In a crowded café, a barista scribbles "Kevin" on a cup meant for "Evan," sparking an unexpected conversation about childhood nicknames and mistaken identities.
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