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Mid-July heat pressed against the skyscraper windows like a physical force, turning our open-plan office into a pressure cooker. My fingers hovered over keyboard keys slick with sweat, staring blankly at lines of code swimming before my eyes. Deadline panic prickled my neck when Mark from accounting slammed his drawer shut – that metallic screech snapping my last nerve. That's when I frantically swiped left to my home screen, desperate for escape.

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The windshield wipers fought a losing battle against the horizontal snow as my knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. Somewhere between Münster and Dortmund, winter had unleashed its fury without warning, reducing the Autobahn to a treacherous ribbon of ice. My phone buzzed violently against the dashboard - not a call, but a location-specific alert from WDR aktuell that made my blood run colder than the -15°C outside: "A33 CLOSED AFTER MULTI-VEHICLE PILEUP - SEEK ALTERNATE ROUTE IMMEDIATELY."

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Rain lashed against my apartment windows last Tuesday, trapping me indoors with that restless energy of canceled plans. I'd been pacing for an hour when I finally grabbed my tablet and tapped the neon-green icon I'd downloaded weeks ago but never opened - Super Goal's physics engine ignited my imagination like a struck match. Within minutes, I was hunched over the screen, finger tracing trajectories for a wobbling footballer suspended mid-air above a half-pipe stadium. The sheer tactile pleasure

That Tuesday at 2 AM tasted like stale coffee and desperation when the bakery manager called about the dough mixer crisis. My phone vibrated with three simultaneous texts - Carlos needing emergency leave, Emma's sudden fever, and the new trainee quitting mid-shift. Fingers trembling, I stabbed at my laptop's trackpad, watching Excel cells blur into meaningless gray rectangles. The schedule resembled abstract art more than a functional staffing plan, with overlapping shifts bleeding into each oth

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