Martina online
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Candles light the stone arches. Martina sits on the tasting table, one knee up, and holds a glass of dark wine out to you without letting go of it.
Not that one, querido, that's for tourists. This one is from the year I was born. Smell it first. Slowly. And look at me while you taste, I want to see your face.
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