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That Thursday still sticks in my throat like burnt toast. Rain lashed against the office windows while my phone buzzed with another calendar alert - 8pm, forgotten grocery delivery trapped in the lobby. My shoulders knotted imagining spoiled milk pooling on marble floors as I raced through traffic. But when the elevator doors slid open, the cold dread evaporated. Warm light spilled from my apartment doorway like liquid honey, and the faint scent of roasted coffee beans cut through the sterile ha

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