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Defeated, he padded to the kitchen. He needed a Hail Mary. The internet had suggested weird things—onions, wasabi, holding your breath. But one old wives’ tale caught his eye: The push-and-hold method.

But the moment he stood up, the concrete walls of congestion slammed back down.

He felt like a complete idiot. At 3:17 AM, in his polka-dot boxers, he sat there, tongue glued to his palate, thumb digging into his forehead like he was trying to summon a miracle, gently rocking. One Mississippi, two Mississippi…

ā€œDesperate times,ā€ he whispered to the dusty ceiling fan.