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The air smelled like charred bratwurst, cut grass, and coconut sunscreen, the sound of cornhole bags thudding against wooden boards mixing with the high-pitched screams of kids chasing a golden retriever through the sprinklers. Clay was half considering bailing to go home and rewatch a John Wayne western when a woman in a flowy yellow … Read more