“Hutch! I’ve lost my rings!” Starsky sounded desperate.

“Why are you so upset?”

“My two best friends gave them to me, when I lived in New York. It’s about friendship, you know.”

One week later…

“Which hand?” Hutch stood in front of Starsky, his arms behind his back.

“The left one for a leftie.” Starsky was curious.

“Here you are.”

Two rings, sparkling more than the lost ones, lay in Starsky’s hand.

“Hutch…” Starsky was at a loss of words.

“This is about friendship. Me and thee. A fresh start.” Hutch went to the kitchen to get two beers, whistling.

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