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We siblings complain about it from time to time, but the truth is that we all love it. It keeps us connected as a family, keeps us close in a time when it’s easier than ever to stay connected, but difficult to get close to someone. Linnea: It’s Emma’s turn to do the dishes, isn’t it? I chuckle at her deviousness. Emma is at work, surrounded by twenty or so preschoolers, and checks her phone only on her breaks. Adrian: I vote yes. Linnea: Good, then it’s settled. I can almost hear her pleased cackle in my mind. Adrian: We’re so dead. Linnea: Yes, we are. Adrian: We love you, Emma. Linnea: You’re my favorite sister, Emma. Linnea: Think that will get us out of trouble? Adrian: Sadly no. Linnea: Gotta get back to studying. Don’t freeze to death, big brother. Adrian: I won’t. I’m g