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Tanner stepped to his trolley - having some minor Service shop to exchange, they were transporting their clubs themselves - and pulled out the new Ben Hogan driver he had been yearning for weeks to try out. Then, with characteristic deliberation, he squared up to More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Diane Wood his ball. Nothing beyond a nominal jamie pugh
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sauntered past the open windows of the club lounge towards the putting-green, in identifying the tall figure now shaping up to drive off the eighteenth tee. He had had plenty of practice in identifying it over the past few weeks, at More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Diane Wood greater distances th.
