When a man is not use to receiving help from a true friend.
He offers gifts of all kinds.
He's afraid that they won't stick around.
He has only known monetary friends.
So when somebody refuses his gifts he thinks he did something wrong.
He next move is thank them repeatedly as if he was asking for forgiveness.
Money is a very evil friend.
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