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OOOooops.
Got into my parents' wine store!
Now I don't want you to think this is some sort of cellar (well, this is, but not a real one) in a country house in Merry Olde Englande. This is a wine rack under the open plan stairs, which I have been resisting like a good girl.
Except tonight I didn't. And consequently I am a leedle bit drunken.
I'm sure I will pay tomorrow. But hey, Mum & Dad aren't back til Sunday and I'll replace the bottles. I just wish I had something nice and light and fluffy tasting of strawberries to drink. This red wine is clagging up my mouth right now. But may as well drink it now I'm drunk.
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