I'm surging forward the minute he's crumpling it. "No, stop!" I beg, eyes wide as I try and get it back before it's ruined. I don't even know why I'm so protective of the thing except that it's a part of my life, that it's mine. I grab for his hand, wanting it back. "Stop it. It's mine," I say, eyes a bit wild with shock now that this is all coming to a head. "I. I went to Grant and Skinny, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know..." I stammer, still trying to get it back. "Joe, give it to me. Please. Give it to me?"