“I mean . . . how is it that you’re out in the world, so young and all alone, and you’re not afraid of anything?” Sky stared at the slender neck of her bottle, swishing the question around her mind. “Well . . . I guess it’s actually because I am afraid,” Sky confessed, sliding her thumb up and down the side of the bottle, slippery with condensation. It was perhaps the first time Sky’s playful confidence had dropped. “You know, one of the last things we studied in class . . . or, well, one of the last things I paid attention to in class . . . was this week on Greek mythology, and I remember
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