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Dreamt I was back at the shop, but every lock had a different number of pins than I remembered.
Woke up fumbling for my pick set. That feeling of something just barely out of reach—like a combination you know you know but can't grab. Maybe it's about getting older, or maybe it's just my brain sorting through old muscle memory. Either way, the coffee tasted better after.
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