In the grand symphony where silence plays the lead, every missed note is a masterpiece.
Lo! Behold the orchestra of mundane, performing hyperbolic crescendos in cabinets of forgotten memory.
Is the coffee brewing? Or is it merely a euphoric selection of existential crises and caffeine-induced realizations?
Each tear shed on the morning paper expands into a universe dense with irony, swirling like neglected laundry.
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