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"You're giving me jewelry?" I ask. "Open it." I do. Inside the Tiffany box is a smaller ring box. I've seen them before, but I've never opened one. I can't imagine why he's giving me this. "Open it," he urges. I look up at him. Something inside me tells me not to open it. Opening it probably means, complicated. Handing it back to him is probably the simpler, wiser choice. I open it. Inside, is a magnificent diamond ring. It's huge. Jennifer Lopez would blush if she got a ring this big. I close the box and hand it back to Jarrod. "It's beautiful. I'm sure whoever you give this to will love it," I say. Jarrod clears his throat. "That's just the thing. I'm giving it to you." "Why?" "It's traditional when a man asks a woman to marry him." "That's true. So why are you giving me the ri