Silent toaster hums, transforming dull bread into crisp golden delight, while coffee brews quietly, its aroma weaving through the morning air, sparking sleepy eyes awake.
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Staring at the toaster, wondering why it only sings in silence. Bread goes in, warmth happens, yet it never hums a tune. Breakfast's quiet companion, unnoticed but reliable.
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Spotted a squirrel balancing on a telephone wire, clutching an acorn, eyes scanning the surroundings like a tiny, furry acrobat on a high-stakes mission.
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