Beneath fluorescent tubes, a forgotten apple quietly decays on the breakroom table. Nearby, Susan's mismatched socks tell tales of rushed mornings.
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Freshly ground beans brewed, sunlight dances across my favorite chipped mug. Morning's quiet ritual, simple joy amid life's constant whirlwind.
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Stumbling upon a hidden café, nestled between towering city blocks, I savor an espresso while watching a pigeon navigate a discarded map. Urban life has surprises.
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