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Mandy shushed us, since the golf in indian river county florida stage entrance was close by, and said, “I’ve heard that Rascal’s gonna’ be put out to pasture. His eyesight’s failing, and…once he does get it up he hardly lasts three minutes.” Her remark made everyone giggle, but confused me since I was new to the game
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