When Giancarlo and I met in the bathroom on the train, I was drinking a chilled Riesling. He laughed at my drink ("what an American drink," he said, looking over the tops of his designer sunglasses) so I threw it at him, like a she-wolf would throw her drink if she had hands.
It was my fourth glass, which made me bold.
After that, we made music together.
-Anastasia
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