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There is a woman I've never made plans with and yet I feel emotionally bound to her in ways I cannot fully explain.
I've never texted her. We're not Facebook friends. I don't even know her birthday.
But I know she had food poisoning on the group trip to Byron last year. I know the name of her ex (the toxic one). I know she has a sister named Liv who got married six months ago, and that she cried about it (but like, in a complicated way). I know she doesn't eat gluten unless she's had a few wines.
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We are not best friends. But we're not strangers.
She is my friend-in-law.
You know the one. She's always around, always in the group photos, always across the table at dinner. You split fries. You swap mascara tips in bar bathrooms. You've cried in each other's presence (multiple times). And yet, there's no direct line. You've never hung out one-on-one. You've never DM'd outside of replying "omg same" to a story about a bad date in the group chat.