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The taller man smiled with just his lips. “No, not $5,000. We didn’t have that kind of money 25 years ago.” “Bill might’ve.” The taller man shrugged, conceding the point. “We all chipped in 50 bucks …” “… which really was a lot of money for us to spend on wine back then.” “For a dessert wine,” the shorter man said. “God, I hate sweet wines.” Both men laughed a little. “Why did you buy it then?” the bartender asked. “Bill said the bottle would be a good investment …” “… and worth a lot of money someday.” “I guess he was right,” the bartender said, placing both hands on the bar and leaning forward. “But you never sold it,” Griff said, nodding to the bottle. “He tricked us,” the taller man said, and rubbed his chin with his palm. “It wasn’t an investment at all, at least not in the normal sense.” “We found out later we were to hang onto it …” “… until it blossomed.” “Blossomed. That was the word he used.” The taller man shook his head. “Who uses words like that?”


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