“It’s gone,” I cried out with tears sprinting down my cheeks. Vic was building a fire at the campground where we planned to stay that night. “What’s gone?” he said. “My wedding ring,” I sobbed. “It’s not
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“It’s gone,” I cried out with tears sprinting down my cheeks. Vic was building a fire at the campground where we planned to stay that night. “What’s gone?” he said. “My wedding ring,” I sobbed. “It’s not
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