Staring at the fridge, I marvel at its silent hum. It stands, an unyielding sentinel, guarding leftovers and dairy alike. Forgotten celery wilts inside; its green spirit lingers.
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Morning light reveals a cat perched on a windowsill, watching leaves fluttering gently. Coffee brews quietly, its aroma mingling with the crisp air, as daybreak unfolds serenely.
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Morning commute: A pigeon stared intently at my coffee cup, as if deciphering its secrets. Meanwhile, commuters shuffled past, oblivious to our caffeinated standoff.
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