It was...an old, wooden ring. Sean stared hard at it for a long time, his excitement vanishing and leaving in its place utter delusion and...anger. All that running ans sneaking for this... for this "Crap!"?!
A vein bulged in his head, he'd really thought today his lucky day! He grabbed the box and was about about to through it before thinking better of it. Even if it was crap, it was his crap. And he didn't want to throw away the few things he had.
So he dejectedly took the ring out of the box and put it on his finger. it may not have been of gold, but at least now he had a ring. And one his fellow homeless wouldn't try to steal! Since it was shit. Like his life.
Sean sighed and then, before he could fall prey to his depressing thoughts once again, heard a sound came form the parking lot entrance.
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