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  Going For The Hole

  L.P. Dover

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  A Note From The Author

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  Dedicated to my loving parents who shared

  their love of golf with me.

  As a kid, I remember driving my mom around in the cart as she played. At that point, I didn’t know how to play, but I loved sitting there and eating white powdered doughnuts while I drove her around. Driving the cart was the main highlight of the day. Maybe not so much when I hightailed it down a hill and knocked my mom out of the cart. Yeah … I know she hasn’t forgotten that either. You should see her holding on for dear life when she’s in the car with me. I’m so glad she’s close to retiring so I can drive her around the course again.