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My heart hammered against my ribs as I sat gridlocked on the 405 freeway, Los Angeles' infamous concrete river of taillights. The battery icon on my dashboard had been blinking a menacing red for the last ten minutes, each flicker syncing with my rising panic. Sweat beaded on my forehead, the air conditioning long since disabled to conserve power, and the scent of my own anxiety mixed with the exhaust fumes seeping through the vents. I fumbled for my phone, fingers trembling, praying for a mirac -
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Rain lashed against the coffee shop window as I stared at the jumbled mess of clipart mocking me from my tablet. Sarah's handmade jewelry launch was tomorrow, and her "branding" was a tragic collage of low-res seashells I'd slapped together at 3 AM. Sweat prickled my neck. This wasn't just bad design; it felt like betraying her delicate silver wave pendants and ocean-glass earrings with my digital incompetence. My thumb hovered over a generic "Etsy shop logo generator" link when Logo Maker’s cle -
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