Under the kitchen table, forgotten crumbs create a map of last week's meals, each speck a tiny monument to past dinners and conversations left unfinished.
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Steam rises from my coffee cup, swirling like morning mist. A bird lands on the windowsill, pecking breadcrumbs, oblivious to the bustling city beyond.
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Chairs gossip while shadows stretch, revealing forgotten crumbs beneath tables.
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