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But then—bam!—some creep rolls up, hasslin’ her. I’m fumin’, ready to go all “Danger’s my middle name!” on him. She handles it, though—tough as nails. Reminds me of WALL-E, small but mighty, yeah? I’m impressed, thinkin’, “She’s got more balls than me!”—exaggeratin’ a bit, but you get it.

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Anyway, I grab my markers and head out. I’m feeling inspired, ready to create some magic. But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I just got my markers! I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all. Gardabaer, you’re killing me!

Hofsstaðir in Garðabær Town - a Viking Settlement Age Farm in South-West Iceland