Where’s your ring, honey? Forgive me; I can be a bit prudish sometimes. You did just casually forget it, among other unimportant things. Why is it slipping off our fingers when we try to hold hands — rarely? I don’t know if it fits anymore. Your world grew, and in this new world, there might not be a place for small pieces of silver. Metal and metallic sounds are everywhere, but they lack the shine.
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Where’s your ring, honey? Forgive me; I can be a bit prudish sometimes. You did just casually forget it, among other unimportant things. Why is it slipping off our fingers when we try to hold hands — rarely? I don’t know if it fits anymore. Your world grew, and in this new world, there might not be a place for small pieces of silver. Metal and metallic sounds are everywhere, but they lack the shine.