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studies me, biting his lower lip like I do right before I shoot
an arrow. “Nobody would want me, even if I wanted them.”
He says it matter-of-factly, and I remember how ignored he’s
been this whole time.
“But the Atalanta? Sister,” he spreads his arms, “all of
Greece wants you.”
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