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“Ugh…so lame…” Krista shielded her eyes and pulled away from the flagrant display of color before her eyes. Jamba seemed entirely unperturbed, adjusting his ski hat over his baseball cap. “It keeps your ears warm and keeps the sun out of your eyes. Clearly you’ve never lived anywhere where snow blindness can get you.” “Have you?” “Of course I have,” Jamba walked out the door and held it for Krista behind him. “I lived in Chicago after all. The bean...