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“It’s nothing big.” He took my hand and placed something cool and metallic inside, then closed my fingers over it. He brought my fist to his lips and kissed it. “I hope you like it.” I opened my hand, and inside was a bracelet, made from the same aluminum and rubber rings as the chainmail shirt. The way the rings had been woven together gave it a beautiful textured pattern, and the contrast between black and silver made it edgy and unique. I slipped it over my wrist and it fit perfectly. “Gavin, I love it.” I wanted to say more, but my throat had closed up and it was tough to get the words out. Instead, I pulled him toward me and kissed him, in full view of the other designers. “Thank you.” “I can make others to go with it later, when this is all over, in whatever colors you want. But I
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