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Sophia sighed and scrubbed her hands over her face. “I wish my best friend could be there”

“Why can’t she be?” He raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking over to the fridge in the corner. He opened it, taking out two beers and throwing one at Gabe. “I bet she’d come if you asked her.”

Gabe sat up and caught the beer, opening it and taking a sip. “Why don’t you call her or something?”