Crisp autumn air fills downtown; coffee shops echo laughter while bicycles, painted orange, zip past. A street musician strums beneath golden leaves.
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Steam wafted from Susan's mug as she pondered why her cat, Max, always napped precisely when she started vacuuming. Coincidence? Feline strategy?
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Observed a squirrel contemplating an acorn, seemingly weighing investment options. Nature's tiny entrepreneur in action amidst crunchy leaves and brisk autumn air.
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