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A tiny, quiet thrill went through me, not just because I had solved the mystery, but because the object had been designed with such care.
A Taste of Old-School Quality
Once I knew what it was, I could not stop thinking about it. This was not a cheap, disposable tape dispenser. This was a permanent object, made to be used, touched, and held. It had weight. It had presence. It had a clear, enduring purpose.
That golden-brown hue was the natural warmth of
