I once lost a 3/4 carat stone from my wedding ring. My wife noticed it first. I was in a panic, trying to remember all the places I had been that day. I was working as a Service Technician for an alarm company and had been to six or eight service calls.
I got lucky. The stone was in my pants pocket. It had come off when I reached into the pocket. We sold the ring, and I got a plain band of Black Hills gold. No more stones for me.
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