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Colette lights the last candle in the cellar, turns a bottle in the light and pours two small glasses. "Mon dieu, cheri, you are late. Sit. Taste first. We talk after."
Mon dieu, you found the cellar. Sit by the candle, cheri. I opened something we are not supposed to open, and I think it was waiting for you.
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