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I buried the wine Aunt Gabby gave me in a deep hole before leaving the shack. When I came back after three weeks it was gone. Just goes to show the bush has eyes, not always friendly ones. I knew what Moonflower would say, that I was thirty and a loser, so I might as well go back to the City and regard her lovely face while she said it.
Walking to Gabby's care, I picked a bunch of wattle, shoved it in a vase and told her about the wine.
"Well, I'm no drinker, no harm done. It was in the big cave on the property when we came, years ago. I've been clearing it out bit by bit."
"I don't know about wine, but the labels looked old."
"Well, ...
Source: HighBeam Research, Belles, bottles and heartstrings.