With a beautiful green vase in my arms I walk into the store full of handmade ceramics in ‘s-Hertogenbosch. With a broad smile I am welcomed by the nice young lady who had sold him to me the day before. With some shame in my voice I say: “It is really unbelievable, but my wife didn’t like him at all, very ugly actually …” She looks at the vase, then looks at me reassuringly and says, “That is no problem at all, you can just trade in your wife.”
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