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NORA

Turning to face him, I knew I should tell him to leave, but something about him kept me rooted to the spot. He made himself at home on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. He looked entirely too comfortable, and it was starting to annoy me.

I watched him help himself to a drink from the fridge, then turned on the TV and began channel surfing. He made himself right at home, clearly oblivious to the fact that he wasn't welcome. Meanwhile, I was seething with anger at his audacity. How dare he act like he belonged here?

I stood still against the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest, as I stared daggers at Jordan.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice low and deadly serious. Jordan, however, acted as if he hadn't heard me, cheering and waving his arms in the air at every goal scored on the TV.

I gritted my teeth, my anger boiling over. How dare he ignore me?

I turned on my heel and marched up the stairs, casting a warning glare over my shoulder at Jordan.

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