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" As it turns out, Shane and Naomi have a summer beach house a couple of hours outside the city. Well, Naomi&amp;#039;s parents do, but they&amp;#039;re in Tuscany for the summer. I wish I could go to Tuscany for the summer. People would be all, &amp;quot;Hey K., wanna come to my cookout?&amp;quot; and I&amp;#039;d say, &amp;quot;Darling, I wish I could, but it will be impossible. I&amp;#039;ll be in Tuscany all summer, you see, being quite fancy and European. My deepest apologizes.&amp;quot; Anyway, they extended a last-minute invitation to us for this weekend, and we accepted.  As we&amp;#039;ve never spent time with Naomi and Shane outside of a bar or restaurant (or the woods, but we won&amp;#039;t linger on that point), we really had no idea what to expect. We met them at the train station early this morning, overnight bags in hand. &amp;quot;Yay!&amp;quot; Naomi said when she saw us. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m so glad you guys are coming with us!&amp;quot; We boarded the train, and Naomi took out some snacks she&amp;#039;d packed \u2013 homemade granola bars, fresh fruit salad, and vegan chocolate cookies. &amp;quot;Are you vegan?&amp;quot; I asked.  Naomi nodded, and Shane shook his head. &amp;quot;She is this month,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Next month, she&amp;#039;ll be shoving bacon in her face daily.&amp;quot; We all laughed. &amp;quot;He&amp;#039;s probably right,&amp;quot; Naomi said with a sigh. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve never quite mastered the whole moderation thing. It&amp;#039;s just one extreme or another. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s not necessarily a bad thing,&amp;quot; Ben said. &amp;quot;I imagine totally throwing yourself into things is great from a work standpoint.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It is!&amp;quot; Naomi said excitedly. &amp;quot;And as a freelancer, it&amp;#039;s great. A project comes my way, I put everything into it, and then I get to relax and wait for the next one. See, Shane? Not everyone thinks my extreme personality is bad.&amp;quot; Shane rolled his eyes, and Naomi winked at Ben, who smiled. When we got to the house \u2013 and by &amp;quot;house,&amp;quot; I mean, multi-level, many-windowed mansion \u2013 we dropped off our stuff, quickly changed and then headed out to the private stretch of beach that came with the house. Shane ran right into the water, while the rest of us set up beach chairs and towels. Ben, still in his T-shirt, slathered sunscreen on his face and forearms, and then on my bikini-clad back. I lathered up the rest of me and we sat down. &amp;quot;Drinks! I forgot drinks!&amp;quot; Naomi cried, and headed back into the house. &amp;quot;Keeping your shirt on?&amp;quot; I asked Ben. He shrugged, and I let it go. I lay back on my chair to soak in the sun. A few minutes later, Naomi came out of the house with a tray of complicated-looking drinks. &amp;quot;Frozen margarita?&amp;quot; she asked, setting the tray down on the sand. &amp;quot;You just made frozen margaritas?&amp;quot; I asked incredulously. &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; Shane said, dripping water as he walked up to us, soaking wet. &amp;quot;When she was in college, Daddy bought her a frozen margarita machine for when her friends came to visit.&amp;quot; We spent the afternoon swimming, drinking margaritas, and lying on the beach. Ben kept his shirt on the whole time, but no one mentioned it. I guess he hasn&amp;#039;t quite gotten over his insecurity about the scars.  All right, time to go. Everyone&amp;#039;s napping, and I&amp;#039;m using Naomi&amp;#039;s parents&amp;#039; computer to write this. They&amp;#039;ll be up soon, and I need to erase my history and cookies and whatnot. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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