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Rain lashed against my kitchen window like a thousand frantic fingers as I stirred the simmering pot of biryani, its saffron-scented steam fogging the glass. Tonight wasn't just dinner; it was my first attempt hosting my fiancé's formidable parents – a culinary peace offering after our heated debate about city living versus their countryside roots. The rhythmic hiss of the burner beneath me felt like a reassuring heartbeat until... silence. Mid-stir, the blue flame vanished with a hollow *click*

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The scent of stale popcorn and disinfectant hung thick in the dealership waiting area as my knuckles turned white gripping the chair arm. "Based on your 562 score," the finance manager drawled, sliding paperwork across the desk like contaminated material, "best we can do is 19% APR." That number punched through my ribs – I’d spent months rebuilding after medical debt tsunami’d my finances. Walking out into the brittle January air, phone buzzing with apartment rejection emails, I felt like a ghos

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