By Edgar Allan Poe
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I said I was glad to see him too, because I had a little problem.
"What is it?" he asked, putting his large hand on my shoulder.
"My dear Fortunato," I said, "I'm afraid I have been very stupid. The man who sells me wine said he had a rare barrel of Amontillado wine. I believed him, and I bought it from him. But now I am not so sure that the wine is really Amontillado."
"What!" he said. "A cask of Amontillado at this time of year. An entire barrel...
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