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Master’s POV: She aggravates me. 'Because she is smarter than you thought.’ But she is a human. 'But she's not just a human.' Why does she have to be so hard to stay mad at? 'She's beautiful.' This is irritating me. I give up trying to talk to myself. It never works anyways. 'When will she give up and move?' I wonder. She hasn't moved a muscle since I left the room. It's frustrating how she can be obedient one moment and then the next moment she goes and flips out on me. My feet continue to pace and I force myself to stop, but thinking consumes me again and I start my pattern once more. Three steps turn, three steps turn. I shake my head. What is bothering me so much? This doesn't even make sense. 'She's right.' My brain tells me. But that can't possibly be right. I may challenge he