Morning coffee steam dances, weaving itself into the fabric of the air. Nearby, a squirrel orchestrates a symphony of crunches among fallen leaves, its tiny paws conducting nature’s rhythm.
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Beneath neon signs, the coffee shop buzzes with clattering mugs, murmured conversations, and the aroma of freshly baked croissants mingling with rain-soaked air.
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Crisp autumn air nudges folks toward coffee shops, where steam clouds mingle above laptops while baristas hum softly. Outside, leaves crunch beneath scurrying feet.
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