Strawberry jam stain on my new, white sneakers—a reminder that breakfast battles sometimes leave casualties. Life's sticky footsteps, unwelcome but unforgettable.
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A pigeon perched beside an old cassette player, its coos blending with faint '80s tunes. Nearby, a skateboarder whizzed past, leaving faint wheel marks on the dusty pavement.
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Staring at a traffic light, I noticed something peculiar: each pause seemed longer than the last, as if time itself preferred the rhythm of waiting.
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