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Rain lashed against my window that Tuesday evening, each drop echoing the frustration boiling inside me. Another brutal deadline missed, another client email dripping with passive aggression. My cramped apartment felt suffocating - sterile white walls amplifying the emptiness. I craved warmth, unconditional affection, something alive to care for beyond my dying spider plant. But my lease screamed "NO PETS" in bold crimson letters.

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That Tuesday tasted like burnt coffee and regret. My apartment windows wept with London drizzle while spreadsheet cells blurred into gray mosaics. Fingers trembling from three consecutive video calls, I jabbed at my phone – and froze. Where corporate logos once leered, a cluster of wisteria now trembled. Spring Flowers Live Wallpaper had hijacked my lock screen overnight, its purple blossoms shivering as if chilled by my exhale.

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