Tuesday morning, a yellow bicycle leaned against the bakery window, forgotten among the bustling crowd seeking warm croissants and fragrant coffee amidst rain-soaked cobblestones.
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Beneath the kitchen table, a forgotten marble rolls quietly, tracing paths only it knows. Nearby, sunlight filters through a dusty window, warming yesterday's newspaper.
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Morning light sneaks across the kitchen, revealing a forgotten grocery list stuck beneath a magnet shaped like an orange cat, and suddenly, cereal seems extravagant.
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