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WORDLE STORIES
The table cloth was linen in the romantic bistro where we dined. I could smell his piney aftershave as his tunic opened to reveal the sinews of his muscles and the tattoo on his chest which read, "Amore." Clearly, the maitre d' had seated me at the wrong table.
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