Staring at the microwave, counting seconds, I realize it's just a tiny, silent dance of electrons spinning warmth into leftovers. Technology's ballroom is everywhere.
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Found an old cassette tape wedged behind the bookshelf. Dusty label reads "Road Trip Mix '97." Popped it into the player, instantly transported by crackling tunes from forgotten summers.
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Steam rose from the mug as rain painted gentle streaks across the window, while a forgotten book sat open, its pages fluttering in the afternoon breeze.
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