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To friends.

Those wonderful people whose phones, by some convenient coincidence, always die on them just when you most need them. The same ones who call you at some ungodly hour to ask if you're up for some ridiculous plan later that day. Friends your partner affectionately calls “your cronies.” The ones who confidently open your fridge and take a swig straight from the bottle of milk, stroke your dog with their sweaty foot, and yet, the dog loves it. To those heroes history will never bother to write about. For all those things — because there's no garden without wasps, no bucket without a mop, and life just feels too tidy without them.

To them, and the wonderful mess they bring. Clink clink.

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