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As the afternoon softened, the group formed a ring and shared stories—half-truths polished by retelling—about past summers and daring swims. Someone produced a battered ukulele and, despite questionable pitch, the singalong stitched everyone closer than sunscreen ever could. The event’s real prize was always the same: an afternoon turned to memory, sunburn and all.