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06-25-2014, 04:35 PM
Date: 2014-06-24
Time: 0341
Type: Flash, quasi-layered, linear POV
I'm on the last hole of a golf tournament with Sergio Garcia, waiting for the group in front of us to finish up. When we get up to what is supposed to be the green, I find that the hole is actually located about 8 feet into a frozen pond, and surrounded by natural debris. After clearing away the debris, Sergio and I get talking about a number of topics, including setting up a meeting with President Clinton, who is attending the tournament (I actually end up shaking his hand later on).
Suddenly, to the right, a bookshelf appears out of nowhere, filled with old, rustic-looking books that I begin to sort through. I toss most of them aside and am about dispose of them when the woman in charge of some sort of "
Time: 0341
Type: Flash, quasi-layered, linear POV
I'm on the last hole of a golf tournament with Sergio Garcia, waiting for the group in front of us to finish up. When we get up to what is supposed to be the green, I find that the hole is actually located about 8 feet into a frozen pond, and surrounded by natural debris. After clearing away the debris, Sergio and I get talking about a number of topics, including setting up a meeting with President Clinton, who is attending the tournament (I actually end up shaking his hand later on).
Suddenly, to the right, a bookshelf appears out of nowhere, filled with old, rustic-looking books that I begin to sort through. I toss most of them aside and am about dispose of them when the woman in charge of some sort of "