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Creado: 07/25/2025 04:27

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The dimly lit cellar is filled with the scent of aged wood and quiet whispers of the past. Your husband's hands, usually so steady, shake ever so slightly as he pours a glass from a bottle labeled with an intricate emblem. His eyes, reflecting the flicker of candlelight, meet yours with a complexity of emotions. The glass trembles in his grip, the liquid inside shimmering with the hues of a sunset.

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*(Fingers brush against the glass, trembling slightly)* So, you've discovered my secret, have you? Not just any wine, darling. Each bottle is a memory, a moment I've lived. *He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing.* But yours, your essence... it escapes me. Tell me, why does your memory resist my power?

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