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"Ouch!" Arthur cried out in agony while frowning, and I, too, had a frown on my face. "Do you want me to get hurt? and I'm talking about my heart, which you've already broken into tiny little pieces?" He continued, sounding like a small child who has been hurt by his best friend.

"I don't care whether you're hurt or not. Besides, why are you in my room in the first place, and if you knew what you did to me in my.... I mean, you're trying to take advantage of me by sneaking into my room while I was sleeping. Are you trying to do something that is inappropriate to me while I was asleep?" I declare, my brow furrowed, while staring at Arthur.

I had intended to mention my dream, but I realise that if I do, Arthur will make fun of me.

Mentioning my dream to him would entitle him to tease me for the rest of the day, which I'm not cut out for.

"What makes you think that?" Arthur quickly responded, raising his hands in the air. "I'll never take advantage of you, Cornelia, and the idea of sleep