Lemon peels, forgotten, dry on sunlit windowsills. Nearby, a single sock lies abandoned beneath the green velvet armchair, whispering tales of mismatched mornings.
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Forgotten sandwiches lurk in office refrigerators, becoming science experiments rather than lunch. Each day, they edge closer to sentience, plotting their escape.
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Rain softly patters on the rooftop while a neighbor's wind chime gently sways, creating a tranquil melody that momentarily halts life's bustling pace.
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