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Zoe stared in horror at the overflowing toilet, panic rising as murky water crept across the tiles. Desperate, she dialed Sofia—her eternally unflappable best friend—who arrived minutes later, toolbox in hand, cracking a joke about "plumbing emergencies" not being on their weekend bingo card. Sofia wedged the plunger into the bowl with practiced determination, but as Zoe leaned in to peer over her shoulder, her socked foot hit a slick puddle. Arms pinwheeling, she crashed backward into the shower curtain, yanking the rod down with a metallic *clang* and sending a cascade of half-melted bath bombs scattering like shrapnel. Sofia whirled around, plunger still raised like a bizarre trophy, only to freeze at the sight of Zoe sprawled under a crumpled heap of polka-dotted vinyl, clutching a rogue rubber duck. The toilet gurgled ominously. Somewhere, a faucet dripped. Then—slowly—Sofia’s snort-laugh erupted, sharp and unstoppable, and Zoe’s groan dissolved into wheezing giggles as the duck quacked pathetically under her elbow. Chaos, as usual. But then the bathroom light flickered. A cold draft slithered under the door. And the plunger, now wedged sideways in the toilet, began to… *twitch*.
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