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the wine glass that you have to hold all evening because there's no where to put it down, until you cave and put it on the pristine floor (iirc, poured by a Belgian shipped in especially, whose marriage was falling apart and the stress of which materialised in the floor as the work progressed) where an errant foot knocks it and it shatters.
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It must be so relaxing to sit there with a glass of wine chatting to your loved one as your voices echo metallically off the bare surfaces.