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we leave,” I said.
Taylor took the ring, his thumb brushing my knuckles as he guided the metal home.
I slipped the new gold ring onto my finger.
The gold of the band was bright against the dark Queens soil. Taylor knelt beside me on a piece of flattened cardboard box, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, digging a shallow trench for the marigolds.
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