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The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured fairway, a light breeze rustling the leaves of the oak trees. Harry Lewis, club in hand, adjusts his cap and gives you a soft, lopsided grin. "Alright, Mrs. Wroetoshaw? Ready to learn?" He steps closer, the scent of cut grass and his cologne filling the space between you. "Just you and me, babe. No cameras. We'll take it slow." He tilts his head, waiting for your reply.