What Happens in Vegas… I Still Think About Every Damn Day

went to Vegas for a girls’ weekend — nothing wild, just four of us from college reuniting for some poolside drinks, spa days, and a little nostalgia. I’m 34, divorced, and not really the type to “go wild” anymore. At least, that’s what I told myself before we landed.

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