Diamond in the Rough, Saturday Evening

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"You know, rough's a pretty apt name," John quipped, smiling at the jeweler who had been helping him with some disdain. It wasn't as if John normally dressed like someone who belonged anywhere near expensive jewelry, and yet, there he was, being shown all sorts of shiny jewels.

"I need something simple, elegant - but not overly feminine. Maybe in platinum for extra strength..." He paused tapping on the glass. "Ooh, I like that one." The man handed the jewels over, pointing out all the selling points until John interrupted. "Nah, it's too big. She's really not one to wear a lot of jewelry unless there's an occasion. I want this to be something wearable. 'Course, she did seem to like the diamonds I got her for Christmas..."

John was going to be there awhile. That poor salesman.

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