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ARTEMISIA

“Where is Emma?” I asked Julie, who was still by the window side.

She glanced at me and let out a sigh.

“She is asleep. Again, she sleeps like a log.”

“I agree,” I mumbled.

If possible, anyone could steal her while asleep. I wonder how possible it was for a person to sleep without coming awake till the next morning.

I had told her several times, and she had told me she needed enough sleep for her body to develop well.

Moreover, she had said that I looked underdeveloped because I barely get a lot of sleep, and I was a picky eater.

I didn't feel bad about her statement because I knew that was how she was. She liked using derogatory comments about me.

Thinking about it now, I doubt if it was because of sleep, she was curvier than I.

Julie was a picky eater, and she could stay awake the whole night. Sometimes, I wonder how she did because she was always cheerful the next morning. Whereas, only a few hours of missed sleep would turn me into a grumpy being.

Yet, Julie was curvy, an