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London's Central Line at rush hour is a special kind of purgatory. That particular Thursday, the heat had reached sauna levels - shirts clinging to backs, the metallic taste of sweat in the air, and a woman's elbow permanently lodged in my ribs. I'd exhausted my usual distractions: social media felt like screaming into a void, podcasts couldn't pierce the screeching brakes, and my Kindle required two hands I didn't have. That's when I remembered the neon pink icon my colleague had mocked me for

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