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Molly

Cassidy: Okay, spill. Is the rumor true? Are you at a farm?

Josie: Like . . . an actual farm? With cows and chickens? And dirt? Send a mushroom emoji if you’re in trouble and need rescuing.

Molly: Yes, there are cows, and chickens, and dirt. And no, I don’t need rescuing. Yet.

Cassidy: Yet?!!!! What are you even doing out there?

Molly: Mostly trying not to get eaten alive by mosquitoes.

Josie: OMG. How did this happen? Were you kidnapped?

Cassidy: Hudson. It’s Hudson, isn’t it? You’re being held hostage by that man.

Molly: I am not being held hostage. I’m fine.

Cassidy: So you’re willingly on a farm? Molly, I’ve known you long enough to know that willingly and farm do not belong in the same sentence for you.

Molly: I am here of my own free will. Mostly.

Josie: What does that even mean?!

Molly: Look, it’s not that bad. Hudson’s parents are really nice.

Cassidy: This is worse than I thought. You’re being charmed by the Wilde family. That’s how they get you! First, they’re nice. Then they’re feeding you pie. And before you know it, you’re churning butter.

Josie: ?? I’m picturing Molly in a bonnet.

Molly: There are NO bonnets.

Cassidy: Yet.

Josie: So what do you even do on this farm all day?

Molly: Today, I helped gather chicken eggs with his mom.

Cassidy: You?? Chickens??? The same Molly Sinclair who once screamed because a pigeon flew too close to her face?

Molly: It startled me, okay?! And these chickens were fine. Mostly.

Josie: There’s that “mostly” again . . .

Cassidy: Be honest, do you have to fight for your life out there?

Molly: No, but tomorrow might be worse. Hudson’s taking me horseback riding.

Josie: Wait, you’re getting on a horse?

Cassidy: Like willingly?

Molly: He talked me into it.

Josie: Do you even know how to ride a horse?

Molly: No. Absolutely not.

Cassidy: Molly.

Molly: I know! It’s a terrible idea.

Josie: Girl, horses are huge. Do you even have the right clothes for this?

Molly: Hudson said he’d “take care of it,” whatever that means.

Cassidy: Oh no. That man is going to put you in cowboy boots and a hat, isn’t he?

Molly: If he tries, I’m walking back to Redville.

Josie: Please send pictures. I’m begging.

Cassidy: Seconded. I need to see this. For science.

Molly: You two are the worst.

Cassidy: Correction: We’re supportive friends. Now, tell us—how scared are you?

Molly: Terrified. I don’t even know how to sit on a horse. What if I fall? Or the horse doesn’t like me? Or it runs off into the woods and I’m stuck foraging for food forever?

Josie: The horse isn’t going to run off into the woods.

Cassidy: You’re overthinking it. Hudson won’t let you die. He’d probably throw himself off the horse first to protect you.

Molly: That’s not helpful, Cass.

Josie: Seriously, though, you’ve got this. Just hang on, let Hudson teach you, and try not to die.

Molly: JOSIE.

Cassidy: And trust the horse. Horses know things.

Molly: What does THAT even mean?!

Cassidy: I don’t know. It sounded wise.

Josie: If Hudson annoys you tomorrow, just “accidentally” steer your horse into his.

Cassidy: I second this plan.

Molly: I’m deleting this chat in case it gets SUBPOENAED.

Cassidy: So you’re contemplating it . . .

Molly: Shut up.

Josie: You’ll be fine. And if not, at least we’ll get hilarious pictures from it.

Molly: ?? You guys are the worst.

Cassidy: Love you! Don’t die tomorrow.

Josie: Hudson better not let you fall. Tell him we’ll come for him if he does.

Molly: Noted.

Cassidy: PS Don’t forget to send the pics.