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"See? I told you, she's lying," Hora smirked, and waggled her eyebrows towards Crystal. "She's like that, never appreciating herself. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"I agree," Crystal nodded. Since when did these two become two peas in a pod?
"But it's really not—"
"Let me tell you this, Missy," Crystal raised her forefinger like a lecturer. "There are different kinds of voices in the world, all unique and beautiful to their own. "One, is like mine—a diva. I'm Soprano and I can sing really high notes, and kick a powerful punch into it. Then, there's Hora's kind which is an Alto, and somehow the husky, sexy type of voice."
"What? My voice is not sexy."
"Hate to break it to you, dearie, but it is."
Hora burst out laughing.
