As the light coming in the window began to grow dim, Mom came in the room, "You're right there is something irritating about this ring."
"What should I do? I don't want to hurt Mr. Fillmore by not taking the ring."
"He'll understand. Let him wear the ring he'll see."
"What, as a pinkie ring?"
"Sure, I think he would do it."
Sophie laughed, "He might. I'll ask."
The ring was now on the dresser next to the other objects, fighting.
"You did it again, you irritate everyone."
"Me? You're the one that touches the finger. You're the irritating one."
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