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

“Same as always,” Nicole said. “A story and a song.” jackandjill ginger nicole

In the little town of Hopsford Valley, two things were famous: the rolling hills that looked like waves of green velvet, and the sweetest ginger ale anyone had ever tasted. That ginger ale was made by a girl named Nicole — though everyone called her “Ginger Nicole” for two reasons: her wild mane of copper-red curls, and the secret ginger recipe she’d inherited from her great-granny. “And I’ll carry the payment and the gossip,”

“I’ll carry the empty bottles,” Jack would say, hoisting the crate. That ginger ale was made by a girl

But one particular Thursday, the hill felt steeper. The sky hung low and gray, and halfway up, Jill stumbled on a root. Jack caught her elbow.