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GINGER: Horror drains out of my body as I watch Hu's face harden. I bet he's really disgusted to see me like this. I know we've had sex and all, but maybe he hasn't noticed how bad my body looks until now. He's probably regretting being with me. "What are you doing?" he asks, crossing his arms, his brows knitting together. "I...I..." "Tried to wrap your entire body in tape so it could make you look better?" he questions, scrunching his face. "Why would you even think about that?" His voice goes an octave higher. "Have I ever complained about your body, or done something to make you think-" "This isn't about you, Hu." I cut him off in a low voice. My eyes sting, and my fingers tremble at my sides. "Then who is it about? Do you have some other guy out there you're working so hard to impress right now? Tell me!" His voice spikes again, and it startles me. I take a step back, then another, my back brushing the corner of the wall. He stops, sucking in a breath, stroking his temples. He's ge