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Rain lashed against my office window as I glared at the screen, digits blurring into meaningless static. Three weeks. Twenty-one days of staring at this monstrous 80,000-digit semiprime that stood between me and finishing my doctoral thesis in computational number theory. My coffee had gone cold hours ago, but the acidic knot in my stomach burned hotter with each failed factorization attempt. Mathematica had choked after 72 hours. Python scripts collapsed like sandcastles at high tide. Even the -
That sinking feeling hit me at 2:37 AM when my phone buzzed - not an alarm, but my manager's frantic text about covering the breakfast shift. Again. My fingers trembled against the cracked screen as I calculated: 4 hours sleep if I left now, canceling my daughter's first soccer game. The metallic taste of resentment filled my mouth as I pictured the spiral notebook where I'd crossed out three family events already that month. This wasn't scheduling; this was slow-motion drowning in other people' -
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