"Let's go to a movie," I say to Chris.
"Okay," he says to me.
Then I pulled out the plane tickets.
I don't think he was expecting that.
But hell, he gets to golf, Beth and I get to check out some flicks, and I got to drive the cart really fast. That, of course, is the best part of golfing. Because I have a swing worse than Chris's, and damn isn
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