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n Meng never really understood the appeal of golf. A group of people with golf clubs, taking turns waiting to swing, then watching a little ball fly and roll, into the hole, and then someone swings a...gh he'd shaved cleanly, there were still faint stubble marks. When he rubbed against her cheek, it felt a little prickly and itchy."Don't—," she softly pushed him, but he acted like a child, stubbornl...