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The angry red digits glowed 3:17 AM as I stood frozen in my son's doorway. There he was - pale face illuminated by the violent flashes of some alien battlefield game, thumbs twitching like a junkie needing a fix. My chest tightened as I remembered the crumpled math test in his backpack, the teacher's note about "uncharacteristic drowsiness." We'd had the talks, made the promises, even tried that stupid sticker chart. Nothing stuck. That night, I didn't yell. I just watched the blue light dance a -
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That Tuesday started with my phone buzzing like an angry hornet trapped in a jar. I'd set it to silent, but the relentless vibrations against the wooden nightstand still felt like physical blows. Scrolling through 73 unread messages felt like digging through digital landfill - expired coupon alerts buried my sister's ultrasound photo, a client's urgent request camouflaged between pizza deals. My thumb hovered over a pharmacy ad when the calendar notification stabbed me: "Nephew's recital - TODAY -
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