Here's to You
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His small wrist practically vibrated in my grasp, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything in that moment, all I could see or understand was the ring. A ring I had thought was gone, a ring that meant more than what it was worth. A ring that was on the boys shaking finger.
I slowly brought my eyes up to his tired green ones.
"Why do you have my dead brothers ring?"
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