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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.

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Aimee Bender
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: June 28
Novelist
Writer
the United States of America
Empty
Except
Spot
Spots
Glasses
Red
Bottom
Wine

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