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Sometimes people told Ed they were sure that angry was his default state, and Ed figured that was a fair statement. He did spend an awful lot of his time being angry. But this—he wished some of them could see him now. Ed didn't think he'd been this angry in his entire life. He was sitting in the office of a middle school—he swore he'd never come back here again—waiting for the principal to assure this idiotic police officer that no, Ed was most definitely NOT enrolled here. He'd been wandering around after school got out—high school—and a police officer had picked him up, thinking to do a good deed. Apparently to that moronic man, Ed looked like a middle schooler skipping class. He wouldn't even let Ed get his ID out, dragging him to the middle school campus despite the many quite colorful complaints pouring from Ed's mouth. Which was why he did not want to talk to anyone right now, unless they were here to tell him that the officer who brought him here was going to be fired for being such a fucking moron. But Ed found that he rarely got what he wanted.