Staring at the blinking cursor, I realized my coffee had morphed from hot to tepid while my thoughts played hide and seek behind deadlines.
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Twelve pigeons gathered on the sidewalk, pecking around a dropped sandwich, oblivious to the bustling city. Nearby, a street musician played a saxophone, weaving melodies through honking cars.
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Car horns orchestrate urban symphonies as pedestrians navigate bustling sidewalks.
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