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“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...