For Her Own Good
Will POV "Harlow is going to kill us when she gets home." I giggled as I tossed yet another box in the back of the Suburban that Cedar had driven today. "She drags her feet on stupid stuff all the time, as her best friends it's our job to shove her in the right direction." Cedar shrugged with a smirk, knowing just as well as I did that Harlow was going to blow a gasket. "She didn't even want me packing for her and now we're sending an entire truckload of our stuff to the pack house without consulting her." The implications of our actions just now fully dawning on me. "Totty will be fine. This has become our routine practically. She drags her feet on something, you and I push her, and then Ash swoops in to smooth things over." "I hope you're right," I laughed, "otherwise I'm telling
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