Red sneakers squeaked across tiled floors, leaving faint echoes in the bustling coffee shop. A barista, balancing a tray of steaming lattes, skillfully navigated through the maze of tables.
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Morning coffee slips into the mug, steam curling upward. Across the room, sunlight paints shadows on forgotten books. Some pages dream of eager eyes.
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Crisp leaves crunch underfoot; a squirrel pauses, clutching an acorn tightly.
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