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Adrian was still knocking on the door, and the sound was grating on my nerves.
I glanced toward the kitchen. The guy, Noah, was wearing an apron that was too small for him, washing something in the sink.
"Why are you still here?" I asked coldly.
He paused his movements and wiped his hands on a paper towel.
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