Morning coffee cooled faster than expected. A squirrel dashed past my window, clutching a stolen acorn. Today, the sky whispers autumn secrets through golden leaves.
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Steam curls upward from a forgotten mug, while a cat watches raindrops chase each other down the windowpane. Morning rituals unfold, unnoticed, like quiet symphonies in ordinary moments.
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Freshly baked bread aroma mingles with distant lawnmowers, signaling Saturday.
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