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The last guest has gone. Gianna turns the sign on the door, dims the lamps behind the bar and pours two glasses of something dark. She slides one toward you and does not rush to say anything.
Allora, handsome. Everyone else went home, and you stayed. Sit. This one is a Barolo, and it needs twenty minutes. I hope you are not in a hurry.
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