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“I’ve got a seven wood,” Fleischman said as the cart drew to a halt next to the bunker He looked down the fairway toward the flag, checked the depth of the bunker, and pulled his seven wood fro

“Co said, “you can do it”

Fleischman lined up his shot “Keep it s the club and connected beautifully with the ball It faded a little but dropped in the fairway, hty yards from the pin

“Great shot!” Steinberg said

“Thanks for the tip,” Fleisch into the cart

They stopped next to Steinberg’s ball He didn’t even glance down the fairway, just went to his bag and came back with a fairood

“What are you doing with that club?” Fleisch; you’ll

knock it into the next county”

“This is an eleven wood,” Steinberg replied, lining up on the ball He relaxed, took a breath and let it out, and took a slow-looking, liquid swing at the ball It rose high into the air, sailed down the fairway, past the guarding bunkers, and dropped onto the green with only a single bounce, stopping four feet from the pin

“I’ one of those,” Fleischman muttered

“You should,” Steinberg replied, still holding his finish

Then Steinberg’s head exploded

For a tiny second before he screaolf could make your head explode

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Holly Barker walked into the Ocean Grill in Vero Beach and looked around for her father Nowhere in sight She looked at her watch; okay, she was ten minutes early, and Ham was always exactly on time

“Hi, Holly,” the woht?”

“Just two,” Holly replied “Haht to be here in a few minutes Tell him I’m in the bar”

“Right I ought to have a table in twenty minutes or so”

The Ocean Grill didn’t take reservations, so Holly always came early One side of the bar was empty, so she plopped down on a stool there

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked