Caffeine drips from the rooftop garden's neglected hose, trickling into mismatched mugs. Beneath frayed awnings, strangers swap whispered recipes for forgotten desserts.
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Crisp autumn air wraps around solitary benches, each holding whispers of conversations past. Bicycles glide silently, their tires crunching fallen leaves.
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Lemon-scented wipes vanished. Now my keyboard's stuck, keys sticky and rebellious.
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