[ How obviously correct that was now that he was being told really didn't serve to help his mood. Ed wouldn't have to listen too closely to hear something hitting the floor and presumably breaking. Oswald pinched the bridge of his nose, the rate of his breathing a bit faster. ]
Okay, Ed. You're right, I'm wrong. I get it. Now what? What are you trying to say?
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Okay, Ed. You're right, I'm wrong. I get it. Now what? What are you trying to say?