The streets outside were wet with that fine, misting rain that didn't seem like that big of a deal, just to look at, but which somehow managed to soak you clear through to the skin.
I crouched on the floor, sorting through the umbrellas by the front door of the restaurant one more time, even though I knew it wasn't there.
"Why don't you just take someone else's, then?" our friend said jokingly, but Katie and I were both already shaking our heads.
I didn't bother to answer, but Katie shrugged and said, "The karma is too much to handle."
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