He trudged over to the kitchen and found the bottle of wine sitting on the island where he had left it, and he unceremoniously twisted out the cork by bracing it between his thighs. He decided not to bother getting a glass and took a swig directly from the bottle instead, grimacing at the bitter taste. He wasn't really a wine drinker, but now
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I've got to find that movie! :::grumble::: Meanwhile, looking forward to the next installment....
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Thanks for being my first (and possibly only, haha) reader!
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Especially like how you explained the wine-somehow knowing exactly when he was stressed from work and silently hand off a single glass of wine to calm his nerves.
I'm so into this story; it's great. :D ♥
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BTW, I'm skimming these as you're reading and I'm sorta cringing . . . I didn't have a beta, but I'm working with one for a original fic, and she's pointed out so many things to me . . . I'll have to rewrite this someday :P
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You're doing just fine; don't worry.
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