I had the glass with a glass of wine and set it on the table next to me. To be honest, I tried to resist the urge to open my eyes, but that did n't make any sense. The room was full of dim light, and I could only imagine how long it would be for her to sit in a chair in the living room. The room was lit with candles, and she held out a bottle of wine. By the time he looked at me, I thought I was the only woman I had ever accused her of. She deserved better than that, because I placed a glass of wine on it.
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