There’s something peculiar about the picture, though. Something to this day I don’t understand.
No one knew. No one ever saw it. But I heard it. To this day, I swear it: the box would sing.
…he told me I shouldn’t have broken his watch.
Long before the diamond ever landed in modern possession, it belonged to a man named Gregory Stratford. At that time, it was not part of a ring, but rather the main facet of a decorative hair comb made for his favorite daughter's 26th birthday.
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