Crisp autumn air scatters golden leaves across the street, crunching underfoot while bicycles glide past, carrying commuters wrapped in woolen scarves.
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Warm toast crunches beneath fingertips, releasing steam scented with childhood mornings. Familiarity melts into unexpected moments, sparking nostalgia inside bustling kitchens.
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Steam rose from the cracked pavement, a reminder of the rain that had just stopped. A lone sparrow pecked at breadcrumbs near a forgotten, overturned umbrella.
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