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After a mini meltdown, I decide to take a stroll. I hit up Piazza San Pietro, and wow, the view is killer. You can see all the way to Rome! I’m standing there, just soaking it in, and suddenly, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re a potter, right? Make me a vase!” I’m like, “Lady, I can barely make a bowl!” But she’s persistent. I mean, who can say no to a sweet old lady? So, I promise her a vase. Great, now I’m committed to making a vase for a stranger.

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