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The first time, it was Jack’s idea.

The wood-paneled living room smelled like pine and decades of campfires, a scent that yanked me straight back to college weekends and cheap vodka. I adjusted the thermostat even though I knew it w...

The porch light cast amber hexagons across the deck where six old friends circled a weather-worn picnic table. It was the last weekend of summer, the air still thick with lake humidity and mosquit...