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That Thursday evening reeked of failure. I’d just dragged myself home after a brutal HIIT session, muscles screaming, only to face my fridge’s depressing contents: wilted spinach, rubbery tofu, and that cursed tub of protein powder mocking my culinary incompetence. My attempt at a "healthy" stir-fry had congealed into a gray sludge that even my dog sidestepped. As I scraped it into the bin, the metallic clang echoed my frustration—three months of gym grind undone by my inability to cook anything

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The relentless drumming on my windowpane mirrored the scattered thoughts ricocheting inside my skull. I'd been pacing my tiny apartment for hours, that peculiar Sunday restlessness where time coagulates like spoiled milk. My fingers itched for distraction, swiping past endless icons until they stumbled upon a rainbow trapped in glass tubes. "Color Sorter Deluxe" whispered the icon - what harm could one puzzle do?

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