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I don't know how many kinds of sake were lined up in the fridge, but I chose the one I preferred.
It was a delicious sake that was relatively not sweet and focused on sharpness.
I spend my days thinking about recommending sake.
Recommending sake has become a responsibility, but at what cost? No. I am sad that the effort, or rather the time, is no longer appreciated. I won't say now then. But the old man fantasizes about a society where there can be appreciation for time consumed.
I heard that there was something else that was sweet. I fantasize about the difference between polish or rice, and the rest is just long-winded German and cold wording.
I'll try to fool him and thank him again for the food today.
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