Today's OneWord: Port
“What year is this?”
He looked down at the glass in his hand, the port staring back at him with a muddled reflection. He frowned.
“Um, last year, I think.”
“It’s good,” said his date for the night, and she sipped her glass delicately. “Mah-velous. You have good tastes.”
He didn’t really try to have good tastes. But then again, he always seemed to pick up snooty girls.
He looked down at the glass in his hand, the port staring back at him with a muddled reflection. He frowned.
“Um, last year, I think.”
“It’s good,” said his date for the night, and she sipped her glass delicately. “Mah-velous. You have good tastes.”
He didn’t really try to have good tastes. But then again, he always seemed to pick up snooty girls.
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