Hiya writer friends,
“Summer Fridays” were a thing that some of my friends enjoyed when I lived in New York City. Throughout June, July, and August, their offices would close at 2 or 3 instead of 5 or 6, and everyone could start their weekends a little early. They’d hop on trains for New Jersey beaches or claim their spots on stoops and bar patios as ho…
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