Austin
& I are going putt-putt golfing tomorrow. For six weeks, my
shoulder has been sore.
Austin: I hope your shoulder will be OK while we're playing.
Me: I'll be moving my torso, not shoulder. It should be fine. Unless I'm losing.
Austin: I hope your shoulder will be OK while we're playing.
Me: I'll be moving my torso, not shoulder. It should be fine. Unless I'm losing.
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