“Damn, I broke my finger,” she exclaimed. She grips her hand both firmly and gingerly as she tries to inspect the once working hand now both stiff and aching.
“Here, let me see,” he said. He bent over her hand tenderly caressing the disfigured ring finger on the left hand. “Well I guess that settles it, you won’t ever get married will you?”
She looks up at him shocked at his blunt accusation. “Why would you say that?”
“No ring I get you will fit over that break; you’ll do anything to keep me from marrying you even if it means breaking the finger that would hold us together.”
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