Socks vanish. New ones replace them, always mismatched. Laundry baskets conspire in silence, creating endless games of hide-and-seek with forgotten footwear.
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Fresh bread aroma wafts through narrow alleys; children chase paper planes between parked bicycles. A cat observes, regal, atop a sunlit windowsill, surveying the afternoon scene.
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Steam rose from my coffee as sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting stripes across the kitchen counter. A lone ant explored the sugar jar, indifferent to my morning routine.
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