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Rain lashed against my apartment window in Vijayawada last monsoon season, turning the familiar street below into a churning brown river. I'd been here six months but still navigated my neighborhood like a tourist - until that Tuesday when the power died and panic crept up my throat. My landlord's frantic Telugu warnings over crackling phone lines blurred into static. That's when I remembered the blue icon buried in my phone's third folder.

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That humid Tuesday morning still sticks to my memory like Monterrey's summer haze. I was elbow-deep in transmission assembly calibrations when Miguel from logistics slapped my shoulder - "You DID park in the new electric vehicle zone, right?" My wrench froze mid-turn. That familiar acid-burn of panic shot up my throat. Another policy change swallowed by Outlook's abyss. For three months running, I'd been the clueless supervisor scrambling after announcements like a mechanic chasing rolling bolts

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