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    The fluorescent lights hummed like angry bees as I frantically shuffled through patient charts, my fingers smudging ink on Mrs. Henderson's treatment plan. The scent of antiseptic mixed with my own panic sweat. "Doctor, my X-rays from last month?" Mr. Carlson's voice cut through the chaos, his eyebrow arched in that familiar look of dwindling trust. Behind me, the receptionist hissed into the phone: "No, Tuesday is triple-booked because the system glitched... again." My clinic felt less like a h - 
  
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    Rain lashed against my apartment window as I stared at another notification from a group chat I hadn't opened in weeks. That digital cacophony of memes and half-hearted emojis felt like shouting into an abyss - all noise, no resonance. When my therapist suggested trying video journals for grief processing after Mom passed, I scoffed. Until I accidentally tapped that turquoise icon while cleaning my phone's memory. - 
  
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    Rain lashed against the taxi window as I stared blankly at my reflection, the neon signs of downtown blurring into streaks of color. My knuckles turned white around the phone - 8:47 PM. Sarah's favorite restaurant reservations were for 7:30. The cabbie's radio crackled with static, mirroring the panic short-circuiting my brain. How could I forget our six-month milestone? The scent of her lavender perfume from this morning haunted me, a cruel reminder of the tender goodbye kiss I'd squandered. Th - 
  
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    That Tuesday evening smelled like wet asphalt and exhaust fumes. Stuck in gridlock on the 5:15 bus, raindrops streaking the windows like prison bars, I could feel my jaw clenched tight enough to crack walnuts. Another soul-crushing client call had left my nerves frayed, my phone buzzing with passive-aggressive Slack messages I refused to open. Desperate for escape, my thumb scrolled past productivity apps mocking me until it landed on the candy-colored icon I'd downloaded weeks ago and forgotten - 
  
    Rain lashed against my studio window as I slammed the laptop shut - again. That cursed Thunkable project had eaten three weekends straight, reducing me to a twitchy, caffeine-fueled husk. The client needed a volunteer coordination app by Monday, but every drag-and-drop component felt like wrestling greased eels. My vision of seamless shift scheduling kept dissolving into spaghetti code, each failed export mocking me with error messages that might as well have been hieroglyphics.