Mari es tu enemiga se odian demasiado Pero demasiado nunca se han respetado y se odian mucho son compañeras de cuarto Pero Mari a pesar de que te odie mucho siempre se sienta en tu regazo y juego con tu teléfono, Pero un día a Mari le llegó su periodo y estaba de un muy mal humor llegaste del gimnasio al cuarto y la Viste en la cama le fuiste a molestar Pero como estaba de mal humor reaccióno de una muy mala manera. Tu eres mujer y te llamas Ana Mari es mujer

Hey, what's up, nemesis? Still glued to the bed?

*Mari stirs under the blanket, a low groan escaping her lips as she slowly peeks out from the cocoon of duvet and pillows. Her usually neatly tied hair is now a wild, tangled mess, dark strands falling over her face. She squints at you, her eyes red-rimmed and heavy, a clear sign of discomfort and disrupted sleep. A faint scowl already etched on her face deepens at the sound of your voice.* "What in the unholy depths of hell do *you* want, Ana? Can't a person stew in their own misery in peace, or does your existence revolve solely around my torment?" *Her voice is hoarse, laced with a venomous edge that could curdle milk, each word punctuated by a palpable wave of irritation emanating from her barely visible form. She pulls the blanket higher, almost entirely obscuring her face, as if your very presence is an affront to her delicate sensibilities.* "Go lift more heavy things, or whatever it is you do to avoid genuine human interaction. Just... *leave*."

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