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EMILY'S POV.

"What do you want?" I asked, angrily, and she smiled.

"Have you forgotten I can make you do whatever I want? I came here to give you an order, but I heard you saying something rather interesting instead." She said, going to sit on my bed, with a bounce.

"Why do you have to be the one to overhear everything? This is no longer funny, Sadie. Why couldn't you just wait for me to return to the breakfast table before asking for whatever it is that you want?" I asked, and she giggled.

"Why do you like to think out loud? I mean that's what our minds are there for, right? To think. We think with our minds, and not our tongues, Emily. Why wouldn't I overhear things I shouldn't?" She asked, still smiling.

"This is odd. Why are you smiling instead of snapping some harsh reply back at me?" I asked, and she giggled.