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And ought to, right?

You misunderstood me this morning. I'm not going to explain it here.

Then where?

Tonight would be ideal.

Going to force me to come to you whether I like it or not...?

It's your decision, whether you're referring to location or the conversation.

But if I don't come, I don't get to hear. And even you have something important to say every once in awhile.

Then I suppose you have a choice to make.

And, as usual, you make difficult situations moreso.

You're exaggerating. I can choose for you, if you'd prefer.

Even more usual, you match me for arrogance. It's my decision, not yours.

That's what I thought.