He smiled and came back over to the couch, sitting down once more. He sat just a little bit closer this time than he had before. Not quite so their knees touched, but very nearly. It was nice, and he enjoyed the prospect that they might, that they were very nearly, touching.
"Is it a good wine, do you think? I've never been very good at telling."
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"Is it a good wine, do you think? I've never been very good at telling."