Nick_Jr+Masters

 I picked up my driver and away the ball went. Down the fairway it rolled like a racecar speeding down the track. It came to a stop in the middle of the short green grass. I picked up and eight irons and the ball soared through the air. A soft landing stopping dead in its tracks. My heart pounded loudly the putt to win was in my grasp. Tap, tap, tap is all I needed to do. I stepped up to the ball with everybody watching My heart skipped a beat as it rolled toward the cup A victory lap before dropping in the hole. I won the match to win it all. || ||
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