Typing quickly, my coffee splashed across the keyboard, creating an accidental blend of caffeine and chaos. Who knew morning routines could turn into abstract art?
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A dog waits by the door, ears perked. The mail truck passes, unnoticed. Instead, he watches the shadows of trees sway, entranced by the dance of branches in gentle breezes.
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Morning air carries whispers of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Street vendors juggle warm pretzels, while early joggers dodge puddles from last night's rain.
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