EZRA'S P.O.V
She didn't let me explain anything. The remainder of the preparation for the interviews was awkward. Everytime I tried to talk, her eyes would light up in her fiery red, warning me. I don't understand women's minds. She was angry at a dream as if any of us had control over what we dream about.
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