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Rain lashed against my office window that Tuesday, each droplet mirroring the monotony dripping through my veins. Another spreadsheet blinked accusingly when my thumb scrolled past productivity apps and landed on an icon splattered with pixelated mud. Within minutes, I was white-knuckling my phone through a monsoon-soaked jungle trail, the seat of my ergonomic chair transforming into a bucking suspension seat. My first hill climb ended with the digital Jeep® belly-up like a stranded turtle - an

It was one of those Fridays where the city lights outside my window seemed to mock my solitude. I had just finished a long week of remote work, and the silence in my apartment was deafening. A cold IPA sat on my coffee table, its condensation dripping slowly, as if even the beer knew it was meant to be shared. My phone buzzed with a notification from an app I'd downloaded on a whim—Beer Buddy. At first, I scoffed; another social platform promising connection but delivering emptiness. But that ni

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