Unexpectedly, a coffee cup balanced precariously on the windowsill catches late afternoon sunlight, casting a strange oval shadow over the forgotten crossword beneath.
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Morning traffic resembles ants in rush hour, but coffee shops serve as quiet havens. Baristas craft each latte with precision, transforming beans into liquid warmth.
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Staring at screens, we blink less; our eyes crave the gentle hug of a book.
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