Morning sunlight pierces through my kitchen window, spotlighting the lone coffee mug battling its way across the countertop. Each sip feels like reclaiming sanity amid chaotic routines.
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Clocks on walls tick towards deadlines; shoes shuffle along crowded sidewalks. Coffee cups empty as meetings drag. A pigeon lands, pecks crumbs, oblivious to bustling chaos.
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Laundry baskets often resemble bottomless pits, devouring socks, shirts, and time, leaving you wondering if your wardrobe will ever see daylight again.
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