Forgotten umbrellas and mismatched socks often find their way into new stories, weaving unexpected narratives during quiet mornings, waiting in corners.
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Steam rose from the mug, spiraling into the crisp morning air. A cat perched on the windowsill, observing passing cars with a regal indifference, tail flicking occasionally.
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Brightly glowing screen flickers as fingers glide across glass, unlocking a world of endless scrolls. Outside, birds chirp unnoticed, forgotten in digital whirlwinds. Silence whispers.
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