"You do know that the only reason you get away with half of what you do is because I care about you, right?" one friend said to the other.
"I know," the other friend said. His cheek, pink and rumpled, rested in the curve of the first friend's back like a drunk on the side of a hill; his lips, dry with drowsiness, moved lazily against the words they shaped. "It's why you're such a good friend," he said.
"I guess," said the first as she turned and looked out into the long years ahead.
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