Spotted a crow perched on the neon sign outside the café, contemplating a crumb. Urban wildlife, always ready for a free snack amid the concrete bustle.
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Staring at the toaster, I realized it never complains about crumbs. Silent bravery in its daily, thankless duty—truly the unsung hero of breakfast.
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Morning sunlight reflects off the toaster, revealing fingerprints of hurried breakfasts. Each smudge tells stories of forgotten toast and rushed mornings.
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