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| "Know me stranger, for I am thy life blood and thy nectar. I shall wet thy lips, parched by the winds of deprivation, and nourished shall be thy body, dessicated by the scorching inferno of (in)temperence. Rest thy head upon my busom. Lose thyself in the ecstacy of my caress, and know me, for I am Zinfandel!" |
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