Forgotten umbrella in hand, rushing across puddles, Jane realized that rain-soaked shoes now matched her drenched morning coffee mishap. Mondays, she sighed.
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Crisp morning air carries distant laughter as bicycles whiz past, their spokes flickering like rapid-fire Morse code, translating yesterday’s untold adventures into whispers of today.
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Morning commute reveals secret: everyone holds their phone differently. Thumb stretch, pinky support, index tap—each grip a unique fingerprint. Notice the diversity today.
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