Morning rain tickled forgotten bicycles, their frames shimmering under gathering puddles. Nearby, a cat watched, unbothered, as if understanding this quiet ballet.
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Morning coffee rituals often reveal peculiar habits. Observing steam rise from the cup, I noticed my cat silently judging every sip. Such feline scrutiny adds unexpected flavor.
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Staring at the digital clock, Mike realized his coffee mug had grown cold. Outside, the neighbor's dog barked precisely three times, pausing as if considering its next move.
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