Dawn breaks over an empty lot; cats parade across cracked cement, chasing shadows. A lone bicycle leans against a faded mural, its wheels silently dreaming of adventure.
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A lone sock rests beside the dishwasher, forgotten after an early morning rush. It whispers of mismatched pairs, silent testimony to chaotic beginnings.
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Freshly baked bread fills the kitchen; its aroma dances through morning air.
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