Her boyfriend thought she was high maintenance, and said so, and her temper flew. She didn't even have a shot of reining it in. K was fierce in her rebuttal. Who are you, she asked him, to call me that. I remember all - you alphabetize your soup cans! I merely require attention from you once a week. She pushed her hands out in front of her, and bowed her head. I don't want this!, and she turned her head away with a swift cock of her neck, and stared determinedly - proudly - at the wall. High Maintenance, she scoffed. I'm High Maintenance. Sure. And you are the Queen of China.
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