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Rain lashed against my office window as I stared at the spiderweb cracks consuming my smartphone's display. Each droplet mirrored my frustration – three days without a functioning device in this hyper-connected hellscape. My index finger traced the fractured glass like a mourner at a graveside, remembering how this relic once survived three concrete drops but now choked on iOS updates. That familiar tech-panic bubbled in my throat: processor benchmarks whispered in my nightmares, megapixel count

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