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He shrugged and worked on his drink. Women were all the same, if they weren’t faking self loathing and fishing for compliments then they really meant it. Why couldn’t any of them just be confident but humble? “Not wif that attitude theys don’t.” He was blunt, but really, why would a girl expect someone to want them if they didn’t even think so highly of themselves? He wasn’t one to sugarcoat anything, he simply stated them as he saw fit, or in a way that would amuse him. Self deprecation wasn’t amusing, even when it was coming from someone else.
He drained yet another bottle, he was going through them fast. Lysander couldn’t even taste them anymore. “Yer not any werse than any of ‘em other women ‘round here. Dun’t try ta be either, it’s jus’ annoyin’” Lysander dug into his sack for another beer, finding only two left he took one. Soon he’d either have to share with the lady or find another way to amuse himself. He looked the women up and down, his response delayed and his words thick and heavy. “I’d do the favor fer ya.”
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