Suddenly, my toaster sang opera while burning toast. It wasn't broken; it simply preferred Puccini mornings. Breakfast serenades: unexpected, yet oddly delightful.
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Morning light exposes forgotten crumbs between laptop keys; evidence of late-night snacking amidst coding marathons. Coffee stains mark yesterday's ambitious plans.
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Steam rose as rain met hot asphalt; city symphony of hissing whispers.
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