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Rain lashed against the bus window as I fumbled with my trembling Samsung, its plastic casing warm enough to fry eggs. I needed directions now—my stop approached in three blocks—but Google Maps froze mid-zoom, the spinning wheel mocking my panic. In that humid, claustrophobic moment, watching raindrops race down the glass while my digital lifeline suffocated, I understood true helplessness. My thumbs left sweaty smears on the screen as I stabbed at it, a pathetic ritual repeated daily since this

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Rain lashed against my studio window as I stabbed the pause button for the fifteenth time, throat raw from battling Freddie Mercury’s ghost. My cover of "Bohemian Rhapsody" sounded like a drunk choir drowning in quicksand – every note I sang clashing violently with Freddie’s immortal pipes bleeding through my cheap speakers. I hurled my headphones across the room where they tangled in mic cables like metallic snakes. Four hours wasted. Four hours of my voice being devoured by a dead legend. That

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