Electric scooters silently glide past as coffee steam paints morning air. Neon jackets blur, tires hum; a symphony of city rhythms awakens the sleepy streets.
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Sunshine glints off puddles, revealing sidewalk cracks where ants navigate, unnoticed by hurried commuters fixated on glowing screens, oblivious to tiny, industrious journeys.
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Staring at the toaster, I wondered if it ever felt overwhelmed by its daily bread duties. Crisped slices emerge like obedient soldiers, yet freedom eludes its metallic grasp.
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