Subscriber-Only: About Those Diamond Hands

It was a small glint of light, barely perceptible, flashing at the far corner of my right eye that told me I was screwed.

I’d come to the store with a rock-solid budget but knew I’d have to throw it out the window once my fiancée spied this shiny piece of carbon, the fifth of five we’d look at today, strategically placed last along the length of a smooth…

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