Sipping coffee, I watched raindrops race down the window, each droplet leaving a unique trail, like tiny artists painting with water across transparent canvases.
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Clouds drift lazily above the bustling cityscape as bicycles glide past towering skyscrapers, their metallic frames glinting under the midday sun.
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Morning coffee brewed precisely at 6:47 a.m. tastes richer when coupled with the distant hum of garbage trucks orchestrating urban rhythms outside.
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