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   Rain lashed against my office window as the clock blinked 2:47 AM. My knuckles whitened around a cold coffee mug while staring at the disaster on screen - a 187-page grant proposal bleeding red track changes and missing signatures. The submission portal would lock in five hours. I'd spent three nights wrestling with clunky PDF tools that crashed when merging scanned lab notes, corrupted annotations when adding comments, and demanded I print-sign-scan like some medieval scribe. My career-breaking Rain lashed against my office window as the clock blinked 2:47 AM. My knuckles whitened around a cold coffee mug while staring at the disaster on screen - a 187-page grant proposal bleeding red track changes and missing signatures. The submission portal would lock in five hours. I'd spent three nights wrestling with clunky PDF tools that crashed when merging scanned lab notes, corrupted annotations when adding comments, and demanded I print-sign-scan like some medieval scribe. My career-breaking
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