“You never forget your first. But I’ve saved them all. Couldn’t part with the treasures you bestowed upon me.” “Damn, Pep. I thought you make a living tossing out clutter.” I lightly punch his arm. “Nothing you buy me is junk. Every piece is precious, even the plastic ring with all the gold paint flaked off.” “It’s probably an heirloom by now.” “We can pass that priceless relic down to our children.”
