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And my interviewer understood. He guided me through it, urging me to keep going, even though I kept wanting
to throw in the towel. I wanted him to give up on me, to realize the mistake I'd made in thinking I could meet their
bar, to put me out of my misery. At some points, I couldn't even type because I could no longer see through the
tears that had welled up in my eyes. But eventually, we got to the end of it, and the interview was over.