Unearthed a long-lost cassette today. Dust clinging to its edges, the label read "Summer '98 Mix." Played it, instantly transported by crackling hits, fading memories surfacing.
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Coffee drips steadily, forming tiny sculptures in my mug. Meanwhile, the cat watches birds outside, tail twitching with anticipation. Morning rituals never fail to intrigue.
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Brushing crumbs from a laptop keyboard reveals yesterday's lunch mystery: tiny sesame seeds. Evidence of a bagel's brief visit, now resting in digital crevices.
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