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“And I’ll carry the payment and the gossip,” Jill would reply, patting her coin purse.

When they finally reached the cottage, Nicole was already waiting on her porch swing, a glass of amber liquid fizzing in her hand. She took one look at Jill and set the glass down. jackandjill ginger nicole

“Just tired,” she said, though her cheeks were pale. “And I’ll carry the payment and the gossip,”

At the bottom of the hill lived two best friends: Jack and Jill. Jack was tall and lanky with a tool belt always slung low on his hips — he fixed anything that broke, from fences to music boxes. Jill was quick and clever, with a laugh that sounded like wind chimes; she ran the town’s little market stall. Every Thursday, they’d make the trek up Bumblebee Hill together to pick up Nicole’s weekly batch of ginger ale. “Just tired,” she said, though her cheeks were pale