[knows he's right there, but she's not stopping until he finally asks after she's ripped a whole drawer out off its track to shuffle through a sea of buttons and earrings and tiny shiny metal bits.]
A ring. [slows shuffling, tossing a handful back knowing it probably wouldn't be in there because that drawer probably hadn't been open for years.] My mum's.
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A ring. [slows shuffling, tossing a handful back knowing it probably wouldn't be in there because that drawer probably hadn't been open for years.] My mum's.