Steel-blue skateboard zooms past, wheels humming like bees in summer. Sidewalk chalk drawings fade underfoot, stories washed away with evening rain. Urban art whispers.
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Tuesday morning: cereal box whispered secrets about expiration dates while the coffee pot burbled like an old friend sharing gossip. I listened, amused.
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Staring at blinking cursor, caffeine-fueled thoughts drift to the forgotten sandwich in yesterday's lunchbox—an unintended science experiment.
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