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He handed her the other earbud. As the second track—a sun-drenched indie anthem—kicked in, Sarah’s shoulders dropped. The fatigue in her eyes vanished, replaced by a spark. She didn't just walk to the kitchen; she grooved . By track four, a funky synth-pop remix, the