Morning light reveals dust dances atop forgotten bookshelves; tiny worlds exist within overlooked corners, whispering stories of absentminded exploration.
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Caught in traffic, a cat stared back from the dashboard, judging my playlist.
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Beneath neon signs, sneakers squeak on rain-drenched sidewalks, whispers blending into city hum.
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