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The stench of spoiled milk hit me like a punch to the gut as I frantically rummaged through the walk-in fridge. It was 3 AM, and I'd woken to a nightmare—my cafe's refrigeration had failed overnight. Sweat beaded on my forehead as panic clawed at my chest. I'd lost count of the times our paper logs had lied, temperatures scribbled in haste or forgotten entirely. That night, the silent betrayal of those flimsy sheets meant ruined inventory and a health inspector's wrath looming at dawn. My hands

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