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Sasha shrugged, "Let's see...I have a paper that's due next Wednesday, but my rough draft is due tomorrow, so I...should be free!" he smiled wide, "Why? Are you offering up yet another invitation?" He chuckled as he picked up his fork and started to pick at his food, "Because...I hope you are," he flicked his eyes up to met Avery's, "Hey," he asked suddenly, "how old are you?"