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That moment in the Toronto airport lounge still burns in my memory. "Québec's separatist movement fascinates me," I declared to a French-Canadian professor, only to realize I'd gestured vaguely toward Alberta on the wall map. His polite cough as he corrected my directional blunder made my ears burn crimson. I'd confidently discussed geopolitical tensions while fundamentally misunderstanding the physical reality of the territory itself.

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Rain lashed against the kitchen window as I burned toast, simultaneously trying to recall if Noah's math tutor had confirmed yesterday's session. My phone buzzed - not another work email, but a vibration pattern I'd learned to crave. There it was: real-time attendance confirmation showing Noah seated in his 8am calculus class, timestamped 90 seconds ago. My shoulders dropped three inches as warm relief replaced the acidic dread pooling in my stomach. This digital lifeline didn't just report data