kittykittybangbang:
I had an interesting memory pop up in my head today while I was on the bus: when I was but a tween, my parents took me to Gibraltar Trade Center, a huge, dirty year-round indoor flea market. We went to see a jeweler so my father could have his wedding ring cut off. He had gained a lot of weight since my parents got married, and the ring was cutting off his circulation. I watched as the symbol of their love and honor and fidelity was cut off of him, freeing his finger, giving it new life.
I wonder what effect this event may have had on my impressionable mind.
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