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A wave of frustration washed over Emily. Michael, her coworker, was complaining about the office's broken printer for the tenth time that morning.

She turned to him, the faint scent of her expensive perfume filling the air. She’d just won employee of the month, again.

"It's just a simple machine, Michael," she said, her tone smooth and measured. "Honestly, at Camp Redwood, we built our own canoes. We had to fix all sorts of equipment." She paused, her gaze drifting towards the ceiling, as if remembering something wonderful.

Michael’s response was a frustrated groan.

“It’s really not that difficult,” she added.