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It was a Tuesday morning.

The window in the classroom had a clear view of the city.

On the ground, dull towering skyscrapers rose.

On the streets, people moved and blurred together in a haze.

In the sky, distant clouds blanketed the entire scenery.

For a moment, he was lost in thought.

He stopped paying attention to the lecture and fixed his gaze outside.

As he did, a solitary bird suddenly flitted across the window.

He blinked.



Once again, the world welcomed another day.

Once again, another pointless cycle continued.

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