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| The Aftermath |
This bottle exploded in slow motion, though when the end came it arrived quickly and violently. I spotted the cork raising itself from the bottleneck over the weekend, so stood the bottle in my wine-making jug. This way, at least in theory, all wine shooting out would be caught safely and we could drink it. In practice, though, this was only partially successful. Claire was in the room when the explosion happened. The wine gushed about a foot in the air, but when it landed it was still fizzing so much that the jug could not contain it. Most was caught but our carpet has a dark, sticky stain. Brown carpets, however, hide a multitude of sins.
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