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I've always hated dentists. Not the people, mind you—just the whole ordeal. The sterile smell that hits you the moment you walk in, the cold metal tools glinting under harsh lights, and that godawful whirring sound of the drill that echoes in your bones. For years, I'd cancel appointments last-minute, making excuses like "sudden migraines" or "urgent work calls." My teeth suffered; I knew it, but fear paralyzed me. Then, one rainy Tuesday, scrolling through my phone to distract myself from yet a

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Rain lashed against my apartment windows last Thursday, the kind of downpour that turns streets into rivers and moods into sludge. Trapped inside with deadlines piling like unwashed dishes, I did what any sane person would – grabbed my phone and dove headfirst into digital anarchy. Not just any game, but that physics-defying playground where concrete jungles become personal trampolines. What started as escapism became a white-knuckle lesson in virtual gravity.

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Rain lashed against my apartment windows last Tuesday evening, mirroring the storm inside my skull after another soul-crushing work call. My thumb instinctively swiped past news apps and social feeds - digital voids offering no solace. Then I remembered Sarah's offhand remark: "Try that animal merger thing when brain fog hits." Skepticism warred with desperation as I tapped Zoo World's leafy icon. Within three merges - common rabbits evolving into startled-looking foxes - the corporate dread dis

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