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- It was almost midnight when the first jeers sliced through the thick, wine-soaked air.
- “You wed her, now bed her!” Macro bellowed, slamming his goblet down and stumbling into a chair with a crash. He’d drowned himself in wine, whiskey, Grappa whatever poison was available.
- Lorrenzo didn’t touch a drop. He didn’t need alcohol to feed the monster inside him.