When we moved from Colorado to Wisconsin, I put my favorite ring in a special place, so I wouldn't lose it during the move. Then I forgot where the special place was.
Three years later, I was looking through some old photos, and I found a little wooden box. Inside the little wooden box was something wrapped in a tissue. Inside the tissue was my favorite ring, still in its special place where I had carefully hidden it three years earlier.

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