They come in a variety lengths and weights. Here are six to covet.
I attended college before cellphones. For a brief time I had, as my answering machine message, the end of the theme song of the James Bond movie “Goldfinger.” “Ooooonly gooooold,” Shirley Bassey sang. “He loooooves gooooooold,” with all the elongated vowels. The 1990s were a weird and campy time, but I was being sincere. I do love gold!
My mother, who was a gold person even when silver and platinum and white gold were all the rage, believed that gold was a solid investment. I have no idea if that is true, as I am not a finance
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