Gold scrap

What's Driving Gold and Gold Stocks (Part One) | Geo Blog
Another factor hurting gold in the short term is “gold scrap,” or scrap sales. Private holders of jewelry and trinkets, particularly in Turkey, the Middle East and Asia, have been stepping up and selling their scrap gold. … read more…

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Sell Gold for Cash (Canada)

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Gold puts shine on H&T
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Silver may outperform gold this year
The Indian appetite for silver is as legendary as it is for the more expensive precious metal gold. In fact, for both the metals, this country is counted as the worlds leading importer and user. Being a voluminous importer and at times surprising the world like in 2008, Indian moves have a significant bearing on world silver prices. read more…

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“Double Bacon Cheeseburger?!” I called loudly over the buzzing roar of the crowd’s chatter. I set down the plate to go take care of other things in the meantime. After a few more minutes, I returned to the Bacon burger. I called a little more loudly now.

“Double bacon Cheeseburger!!!!!” It was getting frustrating. I already hated being at work. AND it was my birthday! I was turning 21. But, it was better than nothing i guess. I mean, being my own boss was really amazing, but it just got a little crazy with only three waitresses and a cuban chef who didn’t speak English. But It was okay at The Lunch Box, the restaurant My Best friend, Breezy and I created. I made My little sister work at the lunch Box to earn her keep, because she lived with me and Breezy in the small apartment above the diner. Although She always slacked off; it was basically up to Breezy and I to juggle the orders around here.

“DOUBLE BACON CHEESEBURGER!!!! #18! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE RIGHT NOW, I AM GOING TO EAT THIS MYSELF, AND YOU’RE JUST GONNA MISS OUT! NOW GET YOUR STINKEN BURGER!!!!!” I screamed this at the top of my lungs before I even realized what i was doing, and there was a hush over the room, and suddenly, through the crowd, sliced a guy with dark brown hair that jutted down his head in shaggy-ness.

“Uh, I’m #18…” He says. I felt my mouth fall open and my cheeks blaze pink as I see that this boy is utterly hunky in an alternative way, sort of a punk-ish thing with a sweet glaze. My eyes were completely locked on his lime green ones with gold flecks in them.

I just kept gaping, my mouth opening and closing, like a fish. He raised one eyebrow;

“Um, Can I please have my food? Maybe sometime in a few hours?” He inquired, making me feel stupid, but then he leaked out a teasing grin probably made out of pearls sculpted perfectly. I felt like anything I said would make me look stupid at this point, so I just opted off with:

“Do you want ketchup?” I thought about going right up to him and asking him for his number, although I would probably embarrass myself. But, somehow all my courage cells suddenly decided they liked each other and joined together to form one strong alliance, and I sprinted over to where I could see his sculpted slim back facing me.

I tapped him on the shoulder, trying to hold my courage together. He turned around looking at me with those brilliant eyes, waiting for me to say something. I just stared at him like a pedophile. I tried and tried to gather all my courage from the bottom of my stomach, but I failed.

“I-I-um, I Brought you some napkins!” I escaped with. He grinned pitifully and nodded.

“Thanks. Here.” He slipped me a five dollar bill as a tip. I knew I had to say something here, but I couldn’t figure it out. I just stared and gaped again.

“Uh……Thanks.” Yes! Good job. He just looked at me with a smug look.

“Don’t mention it.” He said smoothly. Finally, I just did it.

“So…It is acceptable if I inquire your telephone number?” Inquire? Acceptable? Telephone?!!? Wow, I’ve developed a british accent….

Then from behind him, a skinny little scrap of eyeliner and botox peeked out with a mean look and waved at me. NOW I felt REAL stupid. Of course he had a girlfriend. It was too good to be true, and it was closing time anyway. But of course I didn’t let that get me down, I still had the rest of my birthday to enjoy: giving myself a pedicure and reading a good Seventeen.

I actually wanted to go clubbing and drinking, just to experiment, although since I was the oldest of my little caravan of best friend and sister, and since we lived in New York, away from all of our family in FL, I was the only one who could go, and I didn’t exactly want to go by myself. So, instead, I just walked up the twisty stairs to our apartment, Where I found Breezy with giant headphones from the 70’s on her head, sitting cross-legged on the rug on the chipped wood floor, with a meditation CD in her walkman loudly saying weird things like:

“I am the turtle, I AM the turtle.” I giggled, but she didn’t hear me. I cleared my throat loudly to announce my presence, but again, she was oblivious. I carefully walked over to her ear, gently lifted up one earphone and whispered:

“Now repeat after me: ‘I am a knuckle head’” I said, trying to keep a straight face. She obeyed, and I couldn’t help it, and started cracking up, and I fell backwards onto the hardwood floor, laughing. She pouted, took off her headphones but then laughed with me.

“Oh! I forgot to give you my present on my shift!” She exclaimed suddenly. “Here…I’ll go get it.”

“Okay.” I said, fingering the fringe on the end of the rug while I lied on the floor on

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