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She’d never been much of a wine drinker, had always preferred beer or the occasional hard cider. And Cassandra knew how silly that sounded, considering she’d just turned twenty-one eight months ago and didn’t exactly have years of drinking under her belt. So even though the place where they’d ended up — a cute bistro that offered food along with its drinks — served beer in addition to wine, she decided to go with the flow and have a glass of something called Black Dog from one of the local wineries.
It was actually really good. So were the truffle fries they’d ordered to go along with their wine, since by that time they were both feeling a little hungry.
“This is great,” Tony remarked after taking another sip of his petite sirah. “I guess it’s not exactly wine tasting, but I’m okay wi
