
Anecdata from the area suggested wine was worth more than a whine.
Some shared that grapes were crushed by unwashed toes in a slapdash mode.
Rural rug’s acicular pile, dead as the date it was meant to hold, fomented mold.
Avouching for amore—aided by alcohol—may be awash, but single seconds of sobriety are ever posh. ; )
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