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For our honeymoon, we went to Napa Valley. Dante had bought a small vineyard and winery as a wedding gift for me.
We walked through the vineyards, had picnics under oak trees, and went skinny-dipping in the private pool. During the day, he taught me about wine, and I taught him how to pick blackberries. At night, we lay on the deck, watching the stars, making love, and then falling asleep wrapped in a blanket until morning.
We were far from New York, far from the mafia, far from all the blood and schemes.
On the seventh night, we were rowing on the lake at the vineyard. The moon was huge, its reflection shimmering on the water like a shattered silver plate.
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