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Thunder cracked as Noah dashed into the salon, his clothes and brown hair dripping from the rainfall he had gotten himself caught in. The storm had sprung up out of nowhere, completely catching him off guard and unprepared. Hugging himself for warmth, he stepped up to one of the large kiosks that stood ready to be used on the far end of the salon. The touchscreen extended from around the center of his chest to just over his head, flashing advertisements for sales and pictures of happy customers. Noah took a quick glance around the room and saw several people from his class, all clearly there for the same reason: Prom. The room was packed wit