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Toothpaste thought a lot about her Lenten promise. She was quite devoted already with Fern’s help; what was there to give up?
She thought about giving up her whole “enemy” scheme. She was already working on that, anyway.
She thought about giving up talking to Fern; but why would she do that? Fern helped her to grow in spirit, anyway.
She thought.
And she thought some more.
And she thought even more.
It had to be something important to her.
Something that led her away from God.
Something bad for her.
Something that would most definitely not benefit her.
When finally...
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“Toothpaste!” Fern called out, running over to where Toothpaste was sitting on the grass.
“Huh?” Toothpaste turned around to face her ally.
“I know you’re thinking of giving up something for Lent,” Fern accused playfully, now sitting beside her in the exact place where the two of them originally confessed. (Toothpaste goes there often.)
“Oh, quiet, you,” Toothpaste dramatically but lightly slaps his arm.
“Hey!” Fern laughed. “Okay, okay, but seriously, what are you planning on giving up?”
“Not sure,” Toothpaste shrugs.
“Doomscrolling?” Fern suggests.
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“Yeah, you’re right!” Toothpaste acclaims, hugging her boyfriend tight. “Thanks!”