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Jay's hand was still shaking when they sat down on the couch.

The ring was on Cole's finger. Silver. Simple. Perfect. He kept looking at it. He kept touching it. Like he couldn't believe it was real. The metal was cool against his skin. He kept turning it around and around. Watching the light catch the surface.

"I can't believe you had that this whole time," Cole said.

"I've been carrying it around for months."

"Where?"

"In my jacket pocket. Everywhere I went. To the studio. To the cof
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