“I don’t know what the fuck is going on in that pretty head of yours, Ginger,” I say as I lean in to the mirror beside her. Her freshly showered coconut scent overwhelms me as I tilt closer. “And you can keep hiding behind that sassy, standoffish little attitude all you want, but you need to understand two things.” I turn my head, rinse, and work away at the other side of my face as I talk. Just having her in here makes the bathroom that much more humid. “One. No one is perfect, and whoever made you feel like you had to be all the time was wrong for putting that kind of pressure on you. People
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