Some dangers don’t hiss. They don’t roar. They wait. Your charger, still plugged in with nothing attached, looks harmless—just another forgotten object in the room. But inside, it’s heating, straining, wearing down, hour after hour. One surge, one spark, one curious child’s hand reaching at the wrong moment, and that quiet piece of plastic can sud… Continues…
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