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Red wine glasses clinked like distant whispers, the claret ambrosia within using a tantalizing heat that revved their innermost hearts. The luxurious couch, resplendent in its silky layers, became a sacred theater of confessions and dreams, in which they shared their unmentioned stories in hushed undertones, their fingers lingering, nearly touching, as if by chance.

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