No substitute

Some things have no substitute.

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When I was about 5 every summer we’d go to visit my uncle who lived by the sea.

First thing I did was to run to his balcony and spit from the 7-th floor trying to nail a passer by on the head. Every time my uncle would drag me to the kitchen sink and tell me “If you have to do that do it in the sink!”

Eary on, at the age of 5, I learned that some things just do not have a substitute.

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