Hazel and Holly — Fasting Friendship

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“Lover’s spat, eh?” Tum said as Holly packed the dresses that he had strewn about her room.

“Hazel’s an idiot,” Holly said. “If Hawthorn ever held my hand or said anything like that to me, I… I don’t know what I’d do. Probably die. But in a good way.”

Tum nodded. “Death By Lover is the best way to go. It’s how Uncle Shem went–had a big old smile on his face, too.”

“Well, I… I don’t think I meant it like that.”

Tum scampered over to the bed, picked up Hawthorn’s shirt...