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David's POV.

"Oh, wow, Mr. Oliver, so you can play golf?" I ask in wonder, stepping up to the older man as he holds his golf club tightly with his two hands.

He's wearing a cap over his face— a faded white cap that matches his faded white pants. His sneakers are black, contrasting the whiteness of his pants and cap. Covering his chest is a light blue short sleeve Tshirt, revealing his wrinkled arms.

Sensing my presence, he turns a bit and beams at me.

"That's my favorite, David Truman. I played golf a lot in my youth." He says.

Before I can respond, another voice comes up...