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Rain lashed against my home office window that Tuesday, each droplet mirroring the frustration pooling behind my temples. For three hours, I'd been wrestling with Kubernetes deployment errors, my Slack channels silent as a graveyard. Code snippets mocked me from dual monitors while my coffee turned tepid. In that hollow isolation - amplified by pandemic-era remote work - I finally caved and tapped the blue bird icon I'd avoided for years. My fingers hovered over the keyboard like skittish birds,

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