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The alarm screamed at 6:03 AM, but I’d already been awake for an hour—my brain spinning like a frantic hamster wheel. Between proofreading legal documents due by 9 AM and untangling my daughter’s hair from a hairbrush (how does it even knot like that?), I’d forgotten to pack lunches. Again. My phone buzzed with a calendar alert: "FIELD TRIP PERMISSION SLIP DUE TODAY." Ice shot through my veins. That slip had vanished from the fridge last Thursday, buried under pizza coupons and preschool art. I

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The fluorescent buzz of the office felt like insects crawling inside my skull that Tuesday. Spreadsheets blurred into gray mush as the clock taunted me - 3:17PM suspended in corporate amber. My thumb found the cracked screen protector before my brain registered the movement, tapping the pixelated briefcase icon that promised salvation. Ditching Work2 loaded with a cheeky chiptune fanfare, its blocky art style suddenly the most beautiful thing in the cubicle farm.

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Rain lashed against the taxi window in Barcelona as the meter ticked higher than my panic threshold. My phone buzzed - another bank alert. That's when I felt it: the cold sweat of financial cluelessness creeping down my spine. Three cards in my wallet, zero idea which wouldn't decline when we reached the hotel. My travel partner's sideways glance mirrored my shame - the modern disgrace of being a grown adult who can't decipher his own money. That night in a cramped hostel bathroom, I downloaded

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