Morning sunlight spills across the kitchen table, illuminating mismatched mugs. Steam rises from freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the scent of toasted bread.
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Unexpectedly, the toaster sang a gentle tune as the bread browned, evoking memories of summer afternoons spent chasing dragonflies across sunlit fields.
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Steam rose from the coffee, swirling into the crisp morning air, while pigeons orchestrated their urban ballet on the sidewalk. A squirrel watched, tail flicking like a metronome.
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