Steam rises from the coffee pot, wafting aromas across the bustling morning street. A cyclist zooms past, narrowly dodging puddles shimmering under the rising sun.
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Freshly baked bread disappears faster than ice cream in July. Crumbs scatter like confetti, leaving trails of yesterday's feast. Smelling the aroma feels like a warm hug.
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Steam wafting from fresh bread evokes memories of crisp mornings. Butter melts, cascading golden rivers across each slice. Simple pleasures, often unnoticed, linger longest.
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