Staring at the toaster, I realize it’s the only appliance that transforms bread into something entirely new, yet it never gets any credit for breakfast joy.
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Cables tangled like vines behind the desk mirror a jungle, but instead of leaves, they hold secrets: forgotten chargers, dust-coated remotes, and a lost sock.
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Crisp autumn air, distant laughter echoes as bicycles weave through fallen leaves, creating a symphony of crunches. Meanwhile, streetlights flicker, casting playful shadows.
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