Beneath supermarket lights, oranges recline in orderly stacks, whispering tales of distant sunshine to indifferent shoppers.
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Forgotten socks lurk behind furniture, plotting lint rebellions; meanwhile, my coffee cools, oblivious to domestic uprisings, a quiet casualty of morning chaos.
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Hummingbirds dart around the garden, sipping nectar from red trumpet vines.
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