Steam rises as coffee drips, a morning ritual. Meanwhile, traffic lights blink, orchestrating metal ballet. Life syncs in unexpected, beautiful rhythms.
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Coffee mugs always seem to vanish when you need them most, like socks escaping laundry purgatory. Maybe there’s a tiny universe where they reunite.
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Car keys misplaced again, hiding under yesterday's pizza box—classic Monday chaos.
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