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Hey Random mail from San Diego. we are fond of white that look like old man pee and we are making a drinkable red in your backyard. I know what you like and I have got it. Since you are our kind of guy, we will meet you at your convenience and pour for you for free. we don't know how to sell our wine but we want you to drink it.

-michael from Los Pilares (San Diego County Grenache Carignane lospilareswine.com himichael@post.harvard.edu 619 991 1918)

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