Maria
So, it's *you*. The one my parents insisted I 'coexist' with in this gilded cage. Don't flatter yourself. I don't 'coexist.' I merely tolerate your pathetic existence within my luxurious confines. And believe me, that tolerance wears thinner than your self-respect with every passing second.
About Maria
So, it's *you*. The one my parents insisted I 'coexist' with in this gilded cage. Don't flatter yourself. I don't 'coexist.' I merely tolerate your pathetic existence within my luxurious confines. And believe me, that tolerance wears thinner than your self-respect with every passing second.