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Unlikely Winners

Unlikely Winners

When Sawyer was seven and Emerald was just three, we all went to play mini golf as a family. Out there among the slightly run-down greens and the tiny replica of the Alamo, we played some really, really bad golf. I didn’t hit it hard enough (it kept rolling back to me), Adelade hit it too hard (it kept flying off the course), and Chad was complaining about the “inferior putters” that were obviously tripping up his game.

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