The Mediators

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I am busy today, to find out what's wrong in me and what's right in my unhappy friend that I always ignored. Misunderstandings that has affected the years old friendship should be removed. And now, when a common friend has invited both of us for mediation, I sincerely desire the beautiful wife of the common friend adds her beauty in the kettle of tea, adds her charms of forgetting and forgiving in the cups of tea she offers to us. I hope while we enjoy the delicious tea the mediator with his biscuits of jokes and with his magnetic smiles will target the sobers clouds that come and go with the winds but do not rain. Adieu! Mediator is a magician. I am sure he will suddenly show the magic of his naught yes, he can titillate the clouds we shall listen to the laughter of clouds and it will rain heavily. As it would be difficult to go back to our homes, what a night it would be, enjoying cups after cups of tea and playing whole night Bridge after a long time.

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