I remember the last glass of wine was Moutai, its fifty-three percent sauce-like aroma exploding in my throat. Then came the spinning world and total blackness.
"This wine... packs a real punch..." I mumbled, feeling as though I were falling.
When I opened my eyes, the sunlight made me tear up. I was lying in a bamboo grove, still wearing last night's Givenchy T-shirt and ripped jeans.
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