I remember the first time I tossed that little pixel bird into the sky—one beak, one breath, and a rhythm that felt impossible to master. It wasn’t just a game; it was a pocket-sized test of patience, luck, and stubborn cheer. The wall of pipes loomed like a mischievous dare, and somehow I kept coming back, chasing a higher score and a laugh at my own stubbornness. If you ever...
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