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I still remember that gut-wrenching evening last fall when I was driving home through a torrential downpour on the interstate. The rain was coming down in sheets, reducing visibility to near zero, and my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too tightly. Out of nowhere, a deer darted across the highway, and I swerved instinctively, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. In that split second of panic, I wasn't just scared for my safety; I was terrified that if something happened,

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Rain lashed against the cafe window as my professor's rapid-fire lecture dissolved into incomprehensible noise. My pen froze mid-sentence, knuckles white against cheap notebook paper. "The epigenetic implications..." he murmured while adjusting his glasses - that phrase always preceded exam-critical concepts. Frantic fingers fumbled for my phone's recording app, but the clumsy passcode dance betrayed me. Lock screen. Password. App folder. Record button. By then, his lips moved silently behind th

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