It was never just a pin. That tiny hole at the tip is a quiet rebellion against frustration, a built‑in secret only a few ever noticed. Once you understand what it’s really for, every tangled waistband and swallowed drawstring you’ve wrestled with will feel like a needless struggle. You’ll never thread elas… Continues…
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