Staring at the toaster, Bob wondered why bread never thanked him for its journey from loaf to crisp delight.
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Morning sunlight dances through cafe windows, illuminating steam from a forgotten espresso, as a lone pigeon contemplates breadcrumbs scattered across the cobblestones outside.
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Staring at the microwave, waiting for popcorn to finish, I pondered how even small kernels can transform into something delightful with a bit of heat and patience.
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