It was a setting match for a Nancy Meyers movie. We had been in Oregon wine nation, in a rustic-chic barn that reeked of stealth wealth, for a buddy’s rehearsal dinner. “This venue is ideal,” I informed the groom-to-be. He leaned in as if to inform me a secret: “I discovered it on ChatGPT.”
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