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It was one of those evenings when the weight of deadlines felt like a physical anchor dragging me down. I had just stepped off the crowded train, my mind buzzing with unresolved emails and half-finished projects. As I walked home, the drizzle started to mist my glasses, blurring the world into a gray smear. My fingers instinctively fished out my phone, seeking refuge in the familiar glow. That’s when I tapped on the icon adorned with a pink bow—the one I’d downloaded on a whim weeks ago. This wa

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