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Three months later, Alexander asked me to go to Sonoma.
He had a vineyard estate there.
Autumn in Sonoma was as beautiful as a painting. The grapevines hung with golden and red leaves. Distant hills rolled on, and the sky was azure blue.
"I have something I want to say to you." Alexander held my hand, his palm slightly sweaty.
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