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    Rain lashed against the grimy subway window as the F train stalled between stations. That familiar claustrophobic itch crawled up my spine - fifteen minutes trapped in a metal tube with strangers' damp umbrellas dripping on my shoes. My thumb instinctively stabbed at the cracked screen, scrolling past endless notifications until it landed on that deceptively simple grid. Within seconds, the musty scent of wet wool faded, replaced by laser-focus as geometric shapes materialized before me. - 
  
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    The project deadline screamed through my headphones during that cursed conference call. Client voices blurred into static as my knuckles whitened around the pen I'd been snapping in half. My cubicle walls felt like they were collapsing, spreadsheet cells dancing behind my eyelids. That's when my thumb stabbed blindly at my phone screen, hunting salvation.