Steam rose as the barista expertly crafted that morning's caffeine fix, swirling milk into intricate patterns. Outside, bicycles zipped past, echoing the city's heartbeat.
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Window shopping reveals how mannequins never blink. They silently judge passing pedestrians, their plastic smiles frozen forever, while we ponder our next impulse buy.
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Steam curled from a forgotten coffee mug, its warmth fading into the crisp morning air. Birds scattered as the postman ambled past, whistling an off-key tune.
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