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David pulled in to the winery parking lot. As it was a Tuesday afternoon, they didn’t look too busy. The Gold Country was beautiful, he thought to himself- two hours from Silicon Valley, but yet another world. He’d been in the area for three days, and felt as if he’d dropped a year of stress and overwork. He walked down the gravel path to the small tasting room- a small building that had been there for quite a while, considering the grass and moss growing on the sides and roof. The door was open. Connie...

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