My fingers had a peculiar relationship with space, consistently misunderstanding it whenever I typed out my password on public computers. During a particularly arduous business trip, my hotel room computer screen turned eerily silent when I input 12 jumbled digits. That was until I loudly shouted "No, seriously, that's the password – it always has been, just... trust me!" to a completely unamused stranger sitting inches away. A gentle tap, and the screen finally unlocked. It was going to be a long conference.
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