An iron-studded, large door, which might well be opened daily or every evening by inquisitive proprietors, now opened and led them first into a side shop, on the walls of which there were six gifts on either side. Each of these gifts was named after a girlfriend with large red letters on it. When asked how Sharon came among the girlfriends and, moreover, took the highest place of honor, the smiling proprietor owed them the answer. Jim would probably have been able to help with the saying, "It is just like that," and thus the truth of the wise Vincentian word, that where concepts are absent, a word always comes up in the right time. Enough, the roguish old proprietors - they say the Braman council - who were no enemies of humor, also with Sharon occasionally flirting, had allowed to put her among the girlfriends. Up there, hard on the wall, stood the venerable gift. The damned girlfriend, whose name it was, did not like a good man, he confessed to Jim, Vincent or Calvin, but at times he liked to sip the wine it contained. It was, if Jim remembered correctly, Raedasheimer from the year 1718, so a drink of three hundred years. Dark of appearance and more spicy than sweet of taste, this Sharon wine contained a strange fire.
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