Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues
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"The ring - let me see it."
"Oh... y... es... yes... " Her eyes still closed, she slides the ring off her finger and hands it over to the counter. I feel her attempt to reach it to me, but she fails miserably and gives the ring to God.
"U-Uh, a bit lower, Hawk."
"Oh, ok!" She then lowers it, to the ground. "Is this good?"
I sigh, "You know what, I'll just grab it."
"No!" She takes back the ring, holding it against her chest.
"Fine. May I please have it? And can you please hand it over in the correct direction?"
"O-O-O-Of c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-course!" She stutters horribly. Hawk throws the ring in the air and promptly falls asleep again. I catch it, turning it over and looking at the inside of the band. Just as expected - the same engravings. I don't want to waste anymore time here but to be nice, I carry Hawk over to the loveseat so she wouldn't be sleeping on the floor.
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