Today I was reminded of the old Hemingway story. A father in Spain had been at odds with his son for a while. Eventually he took out an add in the paper. It went something like this. Paco, meet me at the Hotel Montana on Tuesday, all is forgiven. He found eight hundred young men waiting at the hotel longing for forgiveness.
No need to explain what doesn't need explaining.
Don't know your name, but I wrote it for you
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