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“You need new clothes,” Runt blurted out, stomping up to walk in pace with Troy and Blink. She tugged on the fabric of Troy’s sleeve, the red outfit that weird stretchy but smooth fabric that Runt had only felt a few times. “This? Ain’t workin’ out.”Troy stopped and looked down at her, something she knew was probably just because of the height difference, but still, it irked her.“What? No, there’s nothing wrong with my outfit,” Troy tried to insist, pulling his arm away from Runt. He forced a smile, “How else would I show off all my sponsors?”--Runt forces Troy to get new clothes, something a little less obvious, and he finds something he likes.