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It was a dreary Tuesday afternoon, and the rain tapped incessantly against my window, mirroring the monotony of my day. I’d been scrolling through my phone, mind numb from endless social media feeds, when a friend’s message popped up: "You need to try this game—it’s like therapy for your brain." Skeptical but curious, I tapped on the link to Blossom Blast Saga, and within seconds, I was plunged into a world of vibrant hues and soothing melodies that felt like a warm embrace after a cold day.

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Moving into our countryside cottage last May felt like stepping into a fairy tale – until my toddler emerged from the overgrown garden clutching fistfuls of crimson berries, juice smeared across her grinning face like war paint. That visceral terror – cold sweat snaking down my spine while frantically wiping her mouth – still haunts me. What if those glossy beads were nightshade? What if the delicate white flowers she'd tucked behind her ear carried wolfsbane poison? Our dream home suddenly felt

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