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Red Dawn

I think the KGB sent over some secret operatives this morning. My father and I were ambushed by supposed construction workers doing what appeared to be road construction on the way to the golf course, which forced us to miss our tee time and cancel this weeekend’s critical Buchs Cup round. This doesn’t help my chances, friends. It’s looking bleaker by the day.