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He set a small wooden box on the low table, its grain polished smooth from years of being passed around. Inside, cushioned in faded velvet, lay the Gem Jewels: five stones cut like tiny planets, each with a color that seemed to move when you blinked. Locals swore the jewels had a pulse, a kind of shy music only the brave could hear. Ricky smiled. Brave had always been his favorite kind of people.

“That,” Ricky said, popping a chili-cheese Frito into his mouth, “was the Gem Jewels special. You can’t slam a diamond, Dave. You just can’t.” RickysRoom - Gem Jewels - Wham Bam Booty Slam -...