He didn�t give it back to me and he isn�t wearing it.
I know there was another one. I am intimately acquainted with the abrasive edge where it was divided from its mate.
Who cares that I was the one who had his last good-bye? That stupid little piece of metal he gave me as some sort of demented consolation prize could have been a pet license for all the consideration he showed me after he came back. Good riddance!
Liar.
You wanted it back almost as soon as you handed it over in the car.
Who has it now?