A lone sock, forgotten, clings to the dryer door, silently protesting its twin's disappearance. It knows the secret of mismatched laundry: socks have dreams too.
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Coffee steam curls upward, tracing invisible paths through morning light, while the neighbor's distant laughter breaks the day's silence. Reality gently awakens.
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Sunset glints dance across rain-slicked pavement, revealing evening's quiet promise.
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