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The rhythmic clatter of abuelas' knitting needles used to drown my silence. Every Sunday at Abuelita Rosa's Miami apartment, our family gathered - cousins chattering rapid-fire Mexican Spanish, tías debating telenovelas, while I sat mute clutching my café de olla. That sweet cinnamon coffee turned bitter on my tongue each time someone asked "¿Y tú, mijo?" and I'd just shrug, cheeks burning. My high school Spanish classes felt like ancient hieroglyphics compared to their living, breathing slang.

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Rain lashed against the taxi window as Sarah's awkward smile faded into streetlight streaks. "Sorry, I have an early meeting," she lied, escaping our disastrous date after thirty minutes of excruciating pauses. My tongue felt like lead each time I tried to joke in English - sentences crumbling mid-air like stale bread. That night, I drowned my shame in cheap whiskey, scrolling app stores until dawn's first light hit Ling's playful icon. Little did I know this unassuming language app would become

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