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My
dear, we don't need the expensive wine, though
you're
a connoisseur; nor do we want the plonk.
Come
Friday night at Andiamo, downtown
drowning
our sorrows
al
fresco, we could choose, perhaps a cheeky
claret.
The Rongopai Merlot or rosé.
Luxury
bouquet. Dizzy proximity.
For
me, the house wine.
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