Staring at the toaster, I realized it's just a metal box with fiery guts, transforming dull bread into crispy warmth. Breakfast magic from mundane mechanics.
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Steam rose from freshly brewed coffee, swirling in the morning sunlight. Nearby, a cat stretched lazily, eyeing a lonely sock under the couch.
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Trucks rumble past silent bakeries while neon shines on forgotten bicycles.
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