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Submitted to Contest #96
The wind pounded on the windows almost arbitrarily. Each knock imprinting a reminder of how I, fairly recently condensed a clean scar firmly upon a neighbor’s window after testing my luck wielding my dad’s driving iron. My dad’s clubs were all I knew of my dad...and mother for that matter. They hadn’t been there while I was growing up. They weren’t there to teach me how a golf club is swung, or even how it feels to not be unafraid when the wind picks up a little too much for comfort. My Foster parent...
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