The Simple Explanation for a Complicated Question

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When I was little, my mother told me a story that I did not really understand at the time. But I was reminded of it once again as I was reading the same, elsewhere in a book, albeit in a slightly modified manner.

This is how the story unfolded.

One fine morning, a man was having late breakfast in the company of his two good friends. He was applying jam…