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My fingers trembled against the cold phone screen as Mrs. Henderson's impatient stare bored holes through me. "The Autumn Sunset warmer - does it take the new ceramic bulbs?" she demanded, tapping designer nails on my display table. I choked on the pumpkin spice air as panic surged - that discontinued product line hadn't crossed my mind in two seasons. Frantically swiping through seven different WhatsApp groups felt like drowning in a sea of outdated PDFs and contradictory voice notes. That fami -
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