Freshly brewed coffee, steam rising, whispers autumn's chill through the cozy café window. Nearby, laughter crackles like leaves underfoot, warming even the coldest morning.
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A lone spoon rests on the kitchen counter, reflecting morning sunlight. Its curve holds yesterday's soup memory, now gleaming with quiet resolve.
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Streetlights flicker, casting brief shadows on forgotten bicycles leaning against weathered fences. A cat leaps silently, disappearing into the night like a whisper.
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