Beneath the park bench, ants carry crumbs, orchestrating symphonies of silent labor. Nearby, a child drops an ice cream cone, lamenting sticky fingers.
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Morning commute: earbuds tangled like spaghetti, coffee balanced precariously on the subway handrail, while a stray cat watches from the platform edge.
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Steam rises from the freshly baked sourdough; warmth fills morning silence.
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