Morning routine: oatmeal boiled until sticky, watching pigeons quarrel over breadcrumbs outside. They scatter when honking taxis race past. City buzzes, unbothered.
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Coffee steam dances upwards, mingling with the aroma of fresh bread while sunlight sneaks through the window, illuminating dust particles like tiny suspended galaxies.
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Freshly brewed coffee wafts beside an aging typewriter, keys clacking rhythmically. Sunlight sneaks through blinds, illuminating scattered papers, half-written thoughts, and inspiration.
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