The fluffy, orange cat from next door sat quietly on the wooden fence and stared at me for a full minute this morning, as if we shared a deep, quiet secret that only the two of us knew.
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Pizza is my love language.
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I smile at strangers’ little joys—like a kid chasing a butterfly through the park, or an older couple holding hands while crossing the street.
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