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I left my number, the shop called back. Ellie had returned. She wanted the ring back. They had stalled her.
I drove there like my tires were on fire.
When I walked in, Ellie was at the counter in sunglasses and a hoodie pulled low. She turned. Her face went pale.
“Give it back,” I said.
She stared at me, then reached into her bag and pulled out a small continue reading …
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