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She thinks about Michael, though. Just remembers little things. Like this one morning they’d stayed in bed and talked for hours about random, silly stuff, making each other crack up laughing. Somehow, it had turned into a contest to see who could remember all the lyrics to “Men in Tights” – turned out they both could, and Holly remembers feeling dizzy-drunk-happy lying there with sunlight pouring through the blinds singing out “We may look like sissies, but watch what you’ll say or else we’ll put out your lights” through her laughter. They ‘da da da-da-da-da daaa da’d their way through the can-can interlude and kicked all the blankets off the bed.

HOW CAN ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH 'ROBIN HOOD' MAKE ME FEEL SO AWFUL? D:

This fic is amazing. Please quit school and start a career as a writer of fanfic. We need more awesomeness!