Steam rises from the morning coffee, swirling lazily as sunlight peeks through the window blinds, casting elongated shadows across the kitchen table.
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Staring at the microwave, I realized it’s just a tiny metal box that makes frozen dinners feel like gourmet meals. Strange, yet oddly comforting.
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Steam rises from my espresso, swirling like morning mist over ancient cobblestones. Fresh croissant flakes scatter across the café table, each crumb a tiny golden treasure.
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