[Isaac hears her, but he tries for a moment longer, moving to open the door to the bedroom and bathroom, before coming back out to the living area, his jaw tight with anger.]
Damn it.
[In anger, he lashes out, kicking at the flimsy coffee table, which topples over onto its side, breaking the mug that was resting on top of it.] We just talked about this.
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Damn it.
[In anger, he lashes out, kicking at the flimsy coffee table, which topples over onto its side, breaking the mug that was resting on top of it.] We just talked about this.