Some are cheerful, some gloomy, serious or naive, but 'm naturally guilty. No matter what I do or don't do, it always seems like I am to blame.

Then there are people who are rude, inconsiderate and insensitive. It seems only fair that I should apologise on their behalf.

Enter your accusation:
 
You're a perfect person. Sorry 72498:
That I could have SUCH a deed on my conscience. Please excuse me.
You are a jew Sorry 72497:
Oh yes? Well in that case: please forgive me.
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72496:
Please forgive me. If only I could right my wrongs...
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72495:
Only now do I see how wrong I was. And I'm very sorry.
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72494:
Well, these things happen. But it still feels lousy. I'm sorry.
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72493:
I'm so sorry...
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72492:
Sorry. Next time I'll approach these matters differently.
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72491:
Oh lord! That I could cause such suffering! I'm truly ashamed.
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72490:
Sorry about that.
''chcago psychology we drug haze men for no reason'' Sorry 72489:
How clumsy. My apologies.
     
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