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"Tommi! I'm opening a can-recycling stand outside Alko."
The man in question didn't look up from the sink he was standing over. "I'm pretty sure you need a permit for that, Juhis."
"I have a permit." He didn't. "Ish. Anyways, you in?"
Tommi kept muttering - something about liability, something about the neighbors, something about his oh-so-precious dignity - while Juhis leaned in the doorway, waiting patiently for what he knew was coming.
Five minutes.
Ten.
Tommi had started re-rinsing the dishes he'd washed twice already.
Finally, he sighed, and grabbed his keys. "Fine. Come on, get in the car."
Juhis grinned.
