architecture therapy 2025-09-19T00:37:56Z
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Rain lashed against my studio windows as I stared at the cracked plaster ceiling - another deadline missed, another client furious. My hands still smelled of turpentine from the abandoned canvas in the corner. That's when the notification appeared: "Emma shared a space with you." My art-school roommate knew me too well. With paint-stained fingers trembling from exhaustion, I tapped Life Dream for the first time.