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he asked again.
Vincent pulled his robe up, exposing his skinny legs and a striped blue robe underneath. He was wearing a kind of sandal made of though rubber. He seemed to be surprised by what he saw.
“Are you okay, Vincent?” Dorin asked, tapping the young man on his shoulder. Vincent jumped and stared at him wide-eyed.
“Ray!” he smiled at Dorin. “Hey, guess what? I seem to have hairy legs!” he said with a laugh.
“Dorin, Vincent,” Dorin reminded him, “My name is Dorin,” he sighs, “Come, I’ll take you to the Dormitory Head‘s office.”
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