Morning sunlight casts an angular shadow across my coffee table, illuminating the scattered puzzle pieces waiting to transform into a vivid landscape.
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Sliced bread and old sneakers share a distinctive aroma; one forgotten in the pantry, the other under the bed. Curious, isn't it? A peculiar olfactory connection.
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Steam rose from the mug, swirling around my frozen fingertips as the toaster ejected a slightly charred slice. Morning began its unpredictable dance with a crispy misstep.
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