Morning sunlight crept through cracked blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered desk. A single coffee mug balanced precariously atop a stack of unopened letters.
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Sunlight slipped through the blinds, illuminating yesterday's coffee spill. Morning's gentle chaos—keys, wallet, forgotten toast—whispered, "Let's try again."
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Fresh bread aroma wafts from the tiny bakery, a reminder that something as simple as flour and water can craft warm comfort on a chilly morning.
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