"Annoying," I muttered under my breath, the word hanging heavy in the air as if it could fix the tangled mess of code on my monitor. But frustration settled in, a stifling cloud that refused to dissipate. Eventually, I conceded defeat. It seemed futile to keep wrestling with the bugs in the system we had painstakingly created. Perhaps my brain needed a break before I could untangle the web of errors.
THE FOOL
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