You are a brute

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He moved ahead and opened the door of the car, I climbed into it and he joined me.  He started the car and we drove forward.   “What are you doing in this estate?”  I asked him curiously. “I am botanist,” he said glancing at me.   I was shocked. “Really!”   Flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Why do people always respond like that I wonder? What's strange about the study of plant?”   “Is that what you're doing here? Studying the vineyard?” “I am making a tour of the Italian suburbs observing plants, he said “It is actually a PhD stuff. I am doing a thesis on different species of plants found here.”     “It sounds fascinating.” “It is,” He said, and his voice was eager, and it had a thread of excitement.   “Where are you staying? I asked   “At the Villa.” he said star

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