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Rob Selzer Contributor October 21, 2025 — 5.00am

It was New Year’s Eve and we were dancing like sugared-up 12-year-olds on the kids’ trampoline. At the stroke of midnight, we loudly, drunkenly, declared our love for each other.

This was typical of our usual get-togethers. In fact, we called ourselves the Usuals, as in the Usual Suspects: six couples, all best friends since before Y2K was a thing.

For close to three decades, we did everything together. Camping trips when the kids were little, then impromptu weekends away when they were old enough to leave at home. Raucous slide nights, teary anniversaries, zero birthdays (30, 40 …) drop-in dinners, overindulgent new year’s parties, as well as cancer diagnoses, retrenchments and the

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