At my flower man on the market I once placed a hip prosthesis; That didn’t go well – the stem did not grew. Every Saturday I saw him walking around in his stall. In the end, a re -operation followed by a colleague, who fortunately succeeded. When I saw him back on the market after his recovery, I felt burdened. He immediately approached me and gave me a nice bouquet. “But why?” I asked, referring to the failed operation. He shrugged. “Well, there is sometimes a faded grove in between.”
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