I needed to get rid of my engagement ring. It had become like a horcrux in Harry Potter. I had to destroy it in order to be free. I yearned to fling it in the Hudson River or flush it down the sewer or crush it under the wheel of a taxi, but though I’m passionate, I’m not stupid.
So, armed with my beloved puppy, Jetson for courage, I strode down New York City’s 49th street’s Diamond District determined to sell it.
Never judge a book by its movie. – J. W. Eagan
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