I smile when his nose nuzzles mine and he takes my hand. He slips something on my finger. Immediately I recognize it as my missing ring. I let out a squeal as I bring it up to look at it. It’s no longer dull and scratched up. No longer empty. It’s been shined and restored, much like he does his pennies. My ring shines and glistens. It’s the flawless rock that he’s added to it. The prongs are new and strong. They have to be to hold on to a diamond as pure and beautiful as this one. “What’s this for?” I ask, hoping it means what I think it means. He brings my hand to his heart and sears me in
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