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Rain lashed against my apartment windows like gravel on tin, a relentless drumming that mirrored the chaos in my head after a brutal client call. My fingers trembled—not from cold, but from the jagged residue of swallowed rage. That’s when I fumbled for my phone, thumb jabbing blindly until Bucket Crusher’s jagged steel icon glared back. No tutorial, no fanfare. Just a chained bucket hovering over a tower of concrete blocks. I dragged it back, tendons tight in my wrist, and released. The screech

The rain hammered against the café windows like impatient fingers tapping glass. Steam rose from my abandoned latte as I stared at the disaster unfolding on my phone screen—a client’s scanned contract, blurred by poor resolution and locked in a ZIP file. My 10 AM pitch had just been moved to 9 AM, and this ancient PDF held the pricing terms I needed to renegotiate. Panic tasted like burnt coffee on my tongue. Scrolling through my apps felt like digging through a flooded basement—useless converte

Rain lashed against the office window like a frantic drummer as my cursor blinked on the frozen spreadsheet. That familiar knot tightened in my shoulders - the kind that whispers "you're forgetting something important" while your brain feels like overcooked noodles. I fumbled for my phone, swiping past productivity apps that suddenly felt like accusers. Then I saw it: that pixelated icon promising order amidst chaos. With trembling fingers, I tapped Classic Block Falling.

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