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The fluorescent office lights hummed like angry wasps that Tuesday afternoon. Spreadsheets blurred into gray sludge as my cursor stuttered - another frozen pivot table mocking my deadline. That's when the notification chimed, an absurdly cheerful tune against the despair. My thumb moved on autopilot, tapping the neon pineapple icon that promised salvation through destruction. -
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