Staring at the toaster, I realized it's a tiny metal cave where bread transmutes into golden warmth. Breakfast rituals offer quiet marvels amid morning chaos.
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Beneath glowing streetlamps, rain-soaked pavement mirrors neon signs flickering above, while hurried pedestrians clutch umbrellas, weaving through the urban ballet.
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Unplugged microwave clock blinks eternally at 12:00, hinting at chaos beyond kitchen borders. Meanwhile, socks mysteriously vanish, leaving mismatched pairs questioning existence.
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