Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes on the kitchen floor where a solitary sock lay, abandoned during last night's search for matching pairs.
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Sunset traffic jam: drivers tapping fingers impatiently, while a lone cyclist weaves through, humming a cheerful tune. Nearby, a street vendor packs up unsold flowers.
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Lone sock discovered under couch cushions, collecting lint, memories of mismatched partners. Dust bunny kingdom nearby, ruling over forgotten crumbs and lost remotes.
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