Noticing how socks vanish when laundry day arrives: maybe they explore behind machines, seeking freedom from drawers and baskets. Always one missing. Curious little mysteries.
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Forgotten pencil behind the fridge, untouched since last autumn. Dust gathers, marking time. Nearby, a note with a recipe speaks only to ghosts of meals never cooked.
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Just witnessed a squirrel hitching a ride on a remote-control car. It looked like a daredevil, gripping tight, while its fluffy tail flapped like a victory flag.
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