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It was one of those crisp autumn mornings where the sunlight filtered through my kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter. I had just poured myself a cup of coffee, the steam rising in gentle curls, when a notification buzzed on my phone. My heart did a little skip—not out of excitement, but that familiar twinge of anxiety that comes with checking my retirement account. I’ve never been great with numbers; they always felt like cryptic symbols meant for someone else, someone more f

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