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It doesn't happen on a birthday or at a wedding. It happens on a Sunday, halfway through clearing the table, with the house too loud and someone asking where the good scissors are. You stop for a second. You look round. And it's all there. All of it. More than you'd have dared ask for, back when you were asking.
This ring is a row of bead
