Morning light filters through the coffee steam, revealing dust motes dancing above an untouched novel. Silence reigns, interrupted only by distant city echoes.
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Socks always vanish, leaving lonely partners behind in laundry limbo. Mysterious, persistent, eternal conundrum of household routines.
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Coffee pots signal dawn while toast pops; bicycles glide past, their tires whispering stories on pavement. Dogs chase shadows, tails wagging, in morning's gentle embrace.
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