Morning rain taps on windows, turning city streets into glossy reflections. Commuters juggle umbrellas and coffee cups, avoiding puddles with nimble precision.
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Morning ritual: neighbor walks precisely at seven, always carrying mismatched socks. Another day begins with coffee brewing, commuter buses rolling, and pigeons watching.
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Noticed today: traffic lights synchronize perfectly when I’m late. Red, red, red—an orchestra of delays conducting morning chaos. Coincidence? Maybe. Frustrating? Definitely.
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