I found a gold ring on the beach with my metal detector. It still had a severed finger attached to it.
"Well, shit. No wonder why she cut off his finger. I'd be pissed too if my wedding ring wasn't pure gold."
Stashing the ring in my pocket I tossed the finger back into the ocean. "Not my problem."
A few feet further down the beach, my detector was going haywire. "Ah yeah, I just hit the jackpot!" Clawing away at the sand, I stopped once I hit the plastic bag.
"Whelp, looks like I found the rest of him."
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