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The sirens wailed like off-key synthesizers that Tuesday night, warning of the incoming storm. By 9 PM, Manhattan plunged into darkness – not the romantic skyline postcard kind, but the ominous, elevator-trapping, fridge-warming void. We huddled in Rafael's loft, twenty creatives suddenly reduced to cavemen staring at dead screens. The generator coughed once and died, taking the Bluetooth speaker's pulse with it. Silence swallowed our wine-fueled buzz whole. That's when my thumb brushed against

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