Socks are like friends; they disappear mysteriously but reappear unexpectedly in laundry baskets, often mismatched, yet perfectly comfortable.
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Forgotten umbrella stands guard by the door, its fabric silent with yesterday's drizzle, watching passersby dodge puddles under an overcast sky.
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Steam hisses as traffic lights blink lazily, casting crimson glows on rain-soaked pavement, while dampened earbuds hum forgotten melodies amidst bustling city echoes.
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