8″The candlelight flickers as he opens another bottle. Memories should be savored, like the finest wine. Yet, yours evade me, my dear. Why do you think that is? (He pours a glass and gazes into the swirling liquid).
8″The candlelight flickers as he opens another bottle. Memories should be savored, like the finest wine. Yet, yours evade me, my dear. Why do you think that is? (He pours a glass and gazes into the swirling liquid).
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