Last night was a scary night. My father-in-law took out a small dusty ancient chest and revealed some rings, most of which have stones the size of my thumb! He asked me to choose. Naturally, after failing to find one without any stone, I chose the one with the smallest and least glaring gem. Of course, all without a chance to get away from trying all of them. All 27 of them. Thank God the giant-stoned rings couldn’t fit my fretboard-scratching fingers. Or so I thought. He said he’d take some of them to town tomorrow and get them downsized to fit my fingers.
My father-in-law is trying to accessorize me! Help!
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