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Some people aren't interested in friends, sweetheart.

Bein' rude to someone who's nice to ya isn't exactly recommended.

Especially when they don't like you, and go out of their way to help you because it's the right thing to do. And then, they're fuckin' rude in response.

And please do not call me sweetheart.

Well, if you're doing people favors for the thanks, you might need to rethink matters. And what's with you broads and the word sweetheart?

It wasn't for the thanks. I could give a flying fuck about that. But when you reply with some rude retort, that's when I get a little annoyed.

I also have a thing against someone calling me a broad.

Well, go ahead and tell me all about it.

What exactly are you referring to?

Something's got you riled up.

But if you don't want to tell me.

The ungrateful, rude bastards I have to put up with.

I apologize if I come off as rude and bitter - a few things definitely have me angry.

Well, lucky for you, you're just about gorgeous when you're angry.

Anyways...

Aw. Thank you.

It's basically just as simple as my going out of my way to help someone I dislike, and they turn around with some rude retort. It's just one of those things that gets to me at times.

Why'd you do it?

Because I had a couple of helpful hints and it would have been shitty not to share them.

I generally try to treat people the way I'd like the be treated. That's how I am.

Well, chin up, sweetheart. It makes the gift that much better.

Right now I'm still sort of annoyed over all of it. I'm sure the feeling will die down soon enough. I don't appreciate when people get shitty with me from the get-go.

You know what you need?

What?

A massage.

Probably. I hear it can do a world of good.