Steam rises from the mug, swirling into chilly air. Cinnamon and nutmeg dance quietly. Outside, leaves crunch underfoot, whispering stories of autumn's gentle return.
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Steam swirled upward from my coffee mug, tracing invisible patterns in the chilly morning air, while my cat, oblivious, chased sunbeams across the kitchen floor.
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Garlic bread aroma sneaks through the office air vent, distracting every focused worker. Even spreadsheets seem to pause, awaiting the crunchy, buttery goodness.
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