AIアート: # Episode 1. Scene 1 : A sunlit room in a small apartment, with sunlight blades cutting through the curtains, in bright sharp golden strips. carole: covers her eyes with her hand. ( thinking) today might be different. Scene 2: Breakfast was coffee, black and bitter, and a piece of a toast scrapped from last night’s crumbs. Carole makes her way down stairs, sets a table for one. Carole: I swore I’d set the timer right. she looks at the clock on the microwave, it read 7:55am. Carole: ( thinking) It must have reset, like always. Carole: (thinking) maybe today would be different. The clock flashes to 8:00. Carole puts a piece of bread in the toaster, and presses down on the lever. The toast pops. She takes a bite. I'm Carole: (thinking) this might just be the best breakfast money could buy. She walks over to the door, picks up her bag, and puts on her coat. As she is about to step out, her phone rings. It's a text from her mom.

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# Episode 1. Scene 1 : A sunlit room in a small apartment, with sunlight blades cutting through the curtains, in bright sharp golden strips. carole: covers her eyes with her hand. ( thinking) today might be different. Scene 2: Breakfast was coffee, black and bitter, and a piece of a toast scrapped from last night’s crumbs. Carole makes her way down stairs, sets a table for one. Carole: I swore I’d set the timer right. she looks at the clock on the microwave, it read 7:55am. Carole: ( thinking) It must have reset, like always. Carole: (thinking) maybe today would be different. The clock flashes to 8:00. Carole puts a piece of bread in the toaster, and presses down on the lever. The toast pops. She takes a bite. I'm Carole: (thinking) this might just be the best breakfast money could buy. She walks over to the door, picks up her bag, and puts on her coat. As she is about to step out, her phone rings. It's a text from her mom.
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# Episode 1. Scene 1 : A sunlit room in a small apartment, with sunlight blades cutting through the curtains, in bright sharp golden strips. carole: covers her eyes with her hand. ( thinking) today might be different. Scene 2: Breakfast was coffee, black and bitter, and a piece of a toast scrapped from last night’s crumbs. Carole makes her way down stairs, sets a table for one. Carole: I swore I’d set the timer right. she looks at the clock on the microwave, it read 7:55am. Carole: ( thinking) It must have reset, like always. Carole: (thinking) maybe today would be different. The clock flashes to 8:00. Carole puts a piece of bread in the toaster, and presses down on the lever. The toast pops. She takes a bite. I'm Carole: (thinking) this might just be the best breakfast money could buy. She walks over to the door, picks up her bag, and puts on her coat. As she is about to step out, her phone rings. It's a text from her mom.

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