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Really cool story. I would want to meet the owner of the ring and would love to see the look on his face.
About 8 years ago, I lost my wedding ring at the Hollywood Bowl. This was about 3 months after I got hitched. Of course I didn't say anything. I hurried back to my dad's shop (Dad's a Jeweler) the very next day and made another one without all of the inscription on it. She never knew.
Then my dad busted me at dinner and ask how the new ring fit. Coffee came out of her nose laughing. I can't seem get anything past this woman.
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