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Red wine glasses clinked like far-off whispers, the claret ambrosia within using a tantalizing heat that revved their innermost hearts. The plush couch, resplendent in its velvety layers, ended up being a spiritual theater of confessions and dreams, wherein they shared their unmentioned stories in hushed undertones, their fingers sticking around, nearly touching, as if by opportunity.

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