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[Summer in Slateport is usually quite nice. Hot days, but with cool nights as the breeze rolls in across the ocean. Not so today, as Merrion was finding out. The sun was beating down mercilessly, and even that cooling breeze had deserted the port city. If she didn't know better, she'd say that Groudon was out frolicking.]

[She leans into a small patch of shade provided by an awning, fanning herself with her own hand.]

I guess I can't catch a break, huh?