Coffee shop line: a man holds his phone like a compass, navigating morning chaos. Nearby, a woman studies her paperback, lost in another century.
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Unplugged the toaster, yet it hummed softly, like a cat purring under sunlight. Electricity lingered, whispering its silent secrets to the kitchen tiles.
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Morning sunlight paints bicycle racks with shimmering golden patterns.
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