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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ buckets! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, like, “Of course, it rains now!” I duck under a tree, and guess who I see? The grumpy barista! He’s soaked, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Hey, you got any coffee for this weather?” He just glares at me. Classic.

Fig.1 Schematic geological section on Ticleni oilfield structure (after...