Morning traffic resembles a sluggish stream of colorless jelly beans, inching forward on asphalt. Patience honks while caffeine dreams linger, waiting for acceleration.
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Morning commutes often reveal peculiar habits; today, a woman meticulously peeled an orange, segment by segment, without breaking concentration, as if it were an art form.
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Sunlight glints off a lone spoon resting beside a mismatched sock, both abandoned by the morning's rush. As the coffee machine hums, a cat silently judges from its perch.
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