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Calliope twists at a top that refuses to budge.
“Here! Here! Lemme at it.” Tal pulls the bottle from Cal’s hands and bangs it against granite.
“Stop!” Nia grabs the now chipped bottle and places it back on the pantry shelf. “We will go without.”
“There’s another way…” Cal runs the cap under hot water… then turns it with ease.
Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.