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"I always knew you would make it." That was the text I got last night. From the exact same girl who left me when my bank account hit negative fourteen dollars. Let me take you back two years. I was trying to get my tech startup off the ground. I was working twenty hours a day. I was sleeping on a stained mattress on the floor of a freezing garage. My diet consisted of plain white rice and tap water. I poured every ounce of my soul into my company. But she didn't see the vision. She only saw the