Gallic Wine

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“Feed your f*****g fish?” Marius looked confused for a moment, but he burst out into raucous laughter when I nodded and confirmed what I had just told him. He poured us both another cup of wine and waved away the servant who had brought the vessel to us. “I was angry at him, I didn’t know what else to say.” “Why the fish, though?” My brow creased a little and I took another sip of wine. My head was already spinning, but it had taken far more to achieve that than it used to. “They were going to die.” My answer was rather more serious than I had intended it to be, but it was exactly why I had said it. “But…” “...they were going to die, Marius. He sent away all the staff while I was away because he is a petty man and he didn’t even think about the fact those fish would die with nobo

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