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He was a good mine, eulogized Grady, who had finally realized the vagaries of fate and stood up one **** of a golf, Joe Woz said. Well, sure, Waas, sure, Waas, he repeated, his eyes lighting up with a sudden incandescence. Woz, Woz, Woz, Woz, Woz! He raved and hobbled off toward the hole. As we stared at each other, attempting to decipher this odd behavior, a gravelly shout barked at us from out of the fog. There's a ball near the cup. What the began Grady on Lee to be cut off by a second shout. There's a ball in that cop. This was too difficult to understand. We galloped towards a place in the fog from which the shouts had come, leaving AB to lie alone in the rain. This was the last straw. The old man, it surely snapped. Whose and where will I attempted in my calmest voice? Him who? Uh Corbett. He pulled a white golf ball from the cup and held it triumphantly in the air. A familiar signature was scrawled across its dimpled complexion.