Morning sunlight hits the crowded cereal aisle, illuminating forgotten shopping lists abandoned in carts. Someone hums softly, deciding between oat clusters and bran flakes.
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Steam rises from street grates, mingling with city smells. A cyclist dodges pigeons, narrowly missing a puddle reflecting neon signs. Nearby, a saxophonist plays jazz.
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Biking uphill past the bakery, the aroma of warm croissants mingles with distant laughter, while a lone pigeon studies breadcrumbs scattered across the cobblestones.
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