Every summer, a group of my closest friends and I spend a week together on Fire Island. At this point in my life, it's an annual tradition and one of the trips I look forward to most.Once we arrive, the schedule is refreshingly simple. We spend long afternoons bouncing between the beach and the pool. Each night, someone takes a turn cooking dinner for the house. We catch up, play games and tell the same stories we've all heard a million times by…
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