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Rain lashed against the bus window as I stabbed at my phone screen, knuckles white with rage. My professor’s critical lecture clip—buried in a 45-minute video—refused to surrender its audio. I’d wasted lunch break wrestling with clunky converters that demanded uploads, re-encoding, or godforsaken logins. Now, with 10 minutes till my presentation, raw panic clawed my throat. That’s when Video MP3 Converter appeared like a digital exorcist. One tap. No upload. Just the video library flashing open.

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