It’s been in your hands a hundred times, and you never noticed. A tiny, perfect hole, passed off as nothing, quietly carried a secret that once changed how people worked with their hands. It isn’t decorative. It isn’t random. It was built to tame fabric, thread, and elastic before frustration took over at the sewing ta… Continues…
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