“Thank you so much,” I strained through gritted teeth. “Yeah… uh… cool. Where’s your bathroom?” I held out, at arm’s length, a bottle of bodega wine, 10 degrees warmer than room temperature. Our guest stared blankly at me for a response. “It’s next to the kitchen,” I replied. “Careful. The handle’s tricky.”
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