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When Mr. Whiskers graduated from earbud appetizer to keyboard commando, my remote job became a diplomatic negotiation—with tuna as the sole currency.

A date that began with candlelight ended with a close-up of a fungal infection—and a legally ambiguous receipt

For my final grade, I had to present on 'The History of Silent Films.' To be ironic, I wrote my entire speech in Comic Sans. Halfway through, my laptop froze, and instead of my slides, it started playing 'Baby Shark' on loop.