Partners

We knew we were the best; no golf tournament let us claim any other spot as partners than number one. We’d fool around, accidentally miss the ball to make things interesting. By the time the eighteenth hole approached, we’d have a buffer just in case our clubs wouldn’t listen. They always did, though, because we were the best.

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