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Steam rises from the coffee mug, tracing lazy spirals against the early light. Each sip promises warmth, yet the clock’s tick insists on acceleration. Where did morning drift away?
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Time seems to slip through fingers like sand, leaving only the aroma of coffee as a lingering memory.
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