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First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute, it’s sunny, and the next, it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. Typical UK, am I right? I’m standing there, trying to make a flat white, and I look out the window. There’s this poor bloke on the street, drenched, trying to shield himself with a newspaper. I mean, c’mon, mate, that’s not gonna help! I chuckled a bit, but then I felt bad. Like, who doesn’t love a good rain story, but not like that, ya know?

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