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That godforsaken Tuesday morning still burns in my memory like cheap liquor. Rain hammered the tin roof as I stared at empty shelves where detergent should've been, fingernails digging into my palm hard enough to draw blood. Mrs. Delgado's shrill voice echoed from the doorway: "No Tide again? What kind of mess you running here?" Her disgust felt like physical blows. My ledger showed ₱700 profit after 16-hour days - barely enough for rice and diesel. This wasn't business; it was slow-motion suffo