Looking at this, old memories hit me like a jolt.Golf used to be my whole world. Back then, Braxton was still a naive, broke kid. Whenever I came to play a round, he would sit quietly under the umbrella and wait for me.At that time, I did not want to make him wait for me. So, I refused whenever he wanted to do so.But he was persistent. He showed up for almost every single round I played.Then, one time, I got caught in a sudden storm at the hillside course. The golf cart flipped on a muddy slope. I was pinned under the wrecked cart. Braxton pulled the cart off me with his bare hands.When he pulled me out, I saw that the metal had gashed his hand. He was bleeding badly.After that incident, we got together. With him, I finally wanted a normal life. I finally had a reason to make money.Even though my family had more money than I could ever spend, I chose to go out and build something of my own.Back then, I stood right there in this practice room, holding his hand an
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