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Poorisian Juliette

Safi_Braverly
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The love story of a French woman named Juliette, but unfortunately she was born in a poor family which is contrary to the history of her name. And she intends to find his Romeo which must be contrary to the historical story, then the man must be from a rich family. Unfortunately fate did not bless her, like repeating history she fell in love with another poor man who came from a chaotic country.
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Chapter 1 - My Morning Routines

Two years passed and the moment I started labeling myself as Crazy Girl. Most people say if there is really nothing we can do, then just live happily. Do whatever we can.

" Stop, but I just said there's nothing we can do right ? Hmmm... "

How can I be happy if lifting my legs is too heavy, even the bathroom which is only one and a half meters away I rarely visit. Yes, forgive me, call me a rebellious child. In fact, that's how bad it is.

" Huft.. "

A puff of cold, unscented smoke escaped my nose as I stared at the Bathroom as if it was my aging mother, rickety, mossy and damp.

" Uaaarghhh... "

The strong steam smelling of leftover macaroni last night instantly brushed my empathy away which was automatically set on family mode.

And suddenly a natural alarm with a rattling tone sounded, still with my limited edition blanket branded for hereditary heritage, I crawled fast like a ground soldier training on mud, that had been bounded by a barrier rope above it, while sliding the body as if it were meters away, towards the end a mattress board attached to a typical European glass window. And it only took me two minutes to reach it.

As usual, it's been almost half a day where the world famous bakery shop has started to get busy and tease its fans.

The women who were a liiittle prettier ( just a bit ) than me were pacing in front of him with high-heeled shoes and a money container with a Channel, shaped like a rectangle but small in size. My favorite red lipstick also adorns their thick lips.

" O my dwarves, take a deep breath of this scent, how lucky you are to be born in my country "

While gently stroking my flat stomach.

I don't even need a gym or any other sport, poverty blessed me with the slim body that many women dream of.

The smell of croissants and a cup of coffee and the softness of a few spoonfuls of the cream inside slipped. Entering through the window that I accidentally opened has become my breakfast and lunch tradition.

It only took a few steps and once I crossed I was able to sit in the luxurious cafe. Of course Just sitting will not pay.

" Ohhh... What a beautiful morning Romeo "

And I will continue to live as Juliette while pulling the blanket and burying my body in it.