Steam rises from the cup, swirling against chilly morning air. A crow lands, eyeing crumbs beneath the park bench, while distant traffic hums its constant city rhythm.
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Staring at the tangled mess of cables behind the desk, it suddenly hit me: technology isn't sleek; it's an octopus of cords, hiding dust bunnies and forgotten pens.
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Morning coffee brewed, steam swirling upward, yet the cat remains unfazed, gazing disdainfully from her windowsill perch, as if questioning the meaning of life’s rituals.
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