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.