More wine, darling? Here you are. No, none for me.
Recognize the bottle? Lisbon? Our honeymoon? That restaurant overlooking the water?
Funny, I recognized it in a heartbeat. Not that I've recognized everything. I missed your glances at our waitress that evening. And, later, all the supposed nights out with the boys. Your endless construction projects in the basement.
Don't stand. Well, you can try, but you won't get far. Moderation in all things. Infidelity. Homicide. Wine.
I took our vows seriously. I meant it when we said, "'Till death do us part." Which it will. Right about ... now.
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