Steam rose from freshly brewed coffee, swirling in the sunlight as city sounds buzzed faintly outside. A pigeon inspected crumbs, indifferent to the bustling world beyond.
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A yellow sock lies lonely on the sidewalk, forgotten by its pair. Nearby, a child’s chalk doodle of a rocket ship arches skyward, its colors fading under the midday sun.
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Staring at my coffee, I realize the mug's handle resembles a stubborn ear, refusing to budge from its familiar grip. Steam curls lazily, tracing invisible stories.
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