[Barnaby could ignore the repetitive clack and the smooth shuff as the man spun it as long as he had a drink and a distraction-- up to a point. It grated on his already wired nerves and slowly became an annoyance like the loud buzz of cicadas in the summer. After the umpteenth time of clack and whirr, Barnaby shot the man a witherng look.]
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Could you stop that?