In the park, a forgotten scarf clings to a bench, its fringes fluttering gently in the autumn breeze. Nearby, a child giggles, chasing leaves that dance away.
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Forgotten umbrella under the office desk, a silent guardian watching over late-night reports and cold coffee cups, collecting dust and memories in equal measure.
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Morning light filters through the half-open blinds, casting stripes on my forgotten mug. The neighbor's dog barks rhythmically, punctuating this city's relentless hum.
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