Opening the fridge, I found last night's spaghetti transformed into a congealed art piece—pasta sculptures in tomato sauce, silently judging my culinary procrastination.
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Beneath fluorescent office lights, a forgotten sandwich languishes, its once-crisp lettuce now wilted and sad. Another casualty of the lunch break rush.
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Pineapple upside-down cake hides beneath a dusting of crushed pistachios.
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