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the ringyou brought me to some hippie store
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and told me you wanted
to buy me a ring.
i was content to sip my juice
and go home, but
i followed close behind you
into a world of incense,
tea, and jewelery.
i asked you why,
why a ring?
you told me plainly
that you didn't buy me enough stuff,
and that rings were cool.
(i thought your ring was ugly,
but you didn't need to know that.)
so you dragged me over to the counter
and told me to pick one i wanted.
(i thought you were flirting with cashier,
playing the 'look at me,
buying gifts for my cute little sis' card,
but then i realized
that it's just how you talk to people.)
i chose a little silver ring
with a wave on it.
you asked why i picked that one,
and i told you it just looked pretty,
what did you expect?
you shrugged and bought it for me,
and let me get a notebook, too
(and it still smells like that day-
potently sweet and intoxicating)
while you picked out some incense
and got offered some free tea.
i walked out
with the guiltiest look on my