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he said, his voice firm.
Troy's face was playful, his eyes sparkling with mirth. He laughed it off, his shoulders shaking with amusement. "So, Sofia, I was mainly asking you, do you have friends that I can mingle with?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Sofia.
She was confused, her eyebrows furrowed in inquiry. "Um, yeah, I have a few friends," she said, her voice hesitant.
Troy's face was hopeful, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Are they pretty?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
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