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Nina had started forty-seven businesses. She had finished exactly zero.Her loft was a museum of momentum. In one corner, a pottery wheel with dried clay still on it—NinaCeramics, launched on a Tuesday, abandoned by Friday. In another, a wall of imported spices—NinaMasala, dissolved after she'd designed the labels but never filed for a single permit. Her laptop held seventeen domain names, each one a tombstone: NinaKicks, NinaPets, NinaCode, NinaBloom.Every story began the same way: 2 AM, lightning-bolt idea, a fever dream of spreadsheets and logos. She'd buy the URL. Sketch the branding. Tell everyone at brunch, "This is the one."