Cr: 京希夫人
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Cr: 京希夫人
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“I landed in three sand traps on one hole,” Lena returns.
“And I assume you were not aiming for them?” Brainy asks. Nia laughs, Kara looks directly up into the sky and immediately gets her glasses sprinkled over with rain. Lena nearly punches him in the sternum.
“No,” Lena grits out. “I was not aiming for the sand traps.”
“That is good,” Brainy says with a nod. “Have you tried closing your eyes while you swing?”
“Closing my - what the fuck?” Lena yelps, drawing glances from fans ambling past the coaches and guests paddock. Nia is clearly trying not to laugh again. Brainy looks confused.
“Okay, coach time is over,” Kara says, interceding between the two of them and grabbing ahold of Lena by one elbow. “Brainy, disperse.”
back on my golf bs
USA 1984
James Nesbitt! Golf! Happy me!
just spent way too much money on Olympic tickets....
When you golf in southeast Georgia, there’s a particular hazard you need to be on the lookout for:
That’s the first of two.