[He was just bitching. Fuck, can't he have one conversation, one, with anyone, without coming away from it feeling like a fucking asshole? He sighs.]
Look, I didn't mean it that way. Just, thanks. Thank you. For the- [He gestures toward the bottle, then taps his hand, agitated, against his leg.] Good luck with everything. Sorry.
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[He was just bitching. Fuck, can't he have one conversation, one, with anyone, without coming away from it feeling like a fucking asshole? He sighs.]
Look, I didn't mean it that way. Just, thanks. Thank you. For the- [He gestures toward the bottle, then taps his hand, agitated, against his leg.] Good luck with everything. Sorry.