You slowly walk inside the little cabin. I pay no mind to you, grabbing some little fragments of corlé and tossing them into the bowl of citric acids. It is only when I hear Neo (that cat) dropping the ring on the shelf that I notice he stole from someone again. I take the ring and fiddle with it, then find a small twisting spindle at the top. Just as I begin adjusting it I hear a desperate voice shout "Wait, that's my dog!" I turn to you. Gesturing towards the ring I ask. "This is yours?"
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