Galilee trails off, because it’s obvious that her sister isn’t paying attention. “Dio?” she says, “Dio? Are you…are you listening, Diotima!”
“I’m sorry, Galilee, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she apologises, and Galilee laughs.
“Isn’t it obvious? You met a boy.”
Dio smiles, slowly. “It’s not like that. I’m not like that
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