Beneath fluorescent lights, Joyce's cardigan caught a rogue thread, unraveling rapidly. A stranger offered a safety pin, nodding in understanding, bridging their momentary connection.
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Late-night laundromat hums gently, while mismatched socks spin stories. A lone, forgotten umbrella rests quietly, its handle slightly bent, whispering untold adventures.
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Late-night taxi rides reveal unspoken truths: the driver adjusts his rearview mirror to catch fleeting glimpses of neon signs reflecting life's hurried pace outside.
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