Who owns this?
He carefully twisted the carrot, trying to see the band’s details. It was still in good shape, not rusted or cracked. The ring was delicate, old-fashioned, and looked valuable. Bob glanced around as if someone might appear to claim it. But there was no one — just him, the oak tree, and the cool morning breeze. “Now where the heck did this come from?”
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