[another long moment--and then Oswald is jerking back against the wall, behind the windowsill. Another second, and then the light inside goes dark. And Oswald lets out a breath, sighing. He tilts his head back a moment against the wall, eyes closed, as if committing whatever that was to memory...before he tilts his head back down to answer the text]
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They got in a small water fight over the dishes.