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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously, it’s a monsoon! We dash into a shop, and I’m soaked. I’m talking drenched. My hair’s a mess, and I’m trying to keep it together. Erzsi’s laughing, and I’m like, “This is NOT the vibe!” But honestly, her laughter is contagious. We end up trying on ridiculous hats to keep our spirits up. I look like a clown, but whatever.