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   Benny the mouse pressed his nose against the toy store window, eyes wide. There it was—a  shiny blue bicycle  with streamers on the handlebars and a bell that looked like it could sing. “I  need  that bike,” Benny whispered. Mr. Mouse, his dad, didn’t even glance at it. “Bicycles are silly,” he said. “Come on, we’ve got shopping to do.” Benny sighed. “Shopping is  so  boring.” Mr. Mouse chuckled. “Maybe it’s more exciting than it seems.” At the greengrocer’s, while Mr. Mouse picked apples and carrots, Benny spotted something strange: The shopkeeper was juggling fruit— three apples and two oranges, flying through the air! “Dad! Look!” Benny pointed. “Nonsense,” said Mr. Mouse. “Shopkeepers don’t juggle. Too sensible.” At the dairy, Benny blinked in surprise. Mrs. Cow, the shop owner, was spinning in circles wearing a pink  ballet tutu , twirling to music only she could hear. “Dad! She’s  dancing! ” Mr. Mouse barely looked up from the c...
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Coffee at Midnight

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The café had closed hours ago, but the lights were still on.

Liam leaned over the counter, wiping mugs that didn’t need cleaning. Across from him, Nora was scribbling in her notebook, lost in a world of words.

“You always come here late,” he said.

She glanced up, her eyes tired but warm. “Because you’re always here.”

He smiled. “Touché.”

They had started as strangers—her a night owl writer, him a barista with insomnia. Over time, the silence between them had become comfortable, even comforting.

Tonight, the snow fell outside in slow motion. Inside, it was just the hum of soft jazz and their quiet breathing.

“You ever wonder why we keep doing this?” she asked, closing her notebook.

Liam looked at her, really looked. “Because it feels like the best part of the day.”

Her lips curved. “Exactly.”

He poured two mugs of coffee—midnight brews, bittersweet—and slid one to her.

Their fingers touched briefly.

“You’ll be here tomorrow?” she asked.

“Always,” he replied.

And somehow, that felt like a promise.

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