A post of atonement.

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When I was 13 years old, my mother was trying to relate to me. My friends and I were sitting around and she walks in: “Hey, I just bought this album by Police”.

I stormed out of the room with a degree of disgust that only a 13-year-old could muster:

“Mom, THE Police”

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Couple of weeks later I’m hanging out with the same friends. She comes in.

"Hey Carl, THE Sting is coming to town. Should we get tickets?”

I need not describe my reaction.

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I’m sorry, Mom.