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On a cool Saturday morning, my friends and I were playing a round of golf at a local golf club. The sky crystal clear, the birds were singing and the wind is blowing a refreshing breeze. We were following a foursome of reasonably good players. Three of the older players were smiling and laughing amongst each other. They had a different attitude than the fourth player dressed with a pair of black starched pants, trimmed in red Tiger Woods gear and other Nike accessories. The young man was not at all pleased with the way his game was going. He was kicking the turf, stomping his feet and slamming his clubs into the soft ground.
Approximate Word count = 427 Approximate Pages = 1.7 (250 words per page double spaced)
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