Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.
He looked up and said weakly ‘I have something I must confess.’
‘There’s no need to ‘his wife replied.
‘No’ he insisted ‘I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother!’
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‘I know’ she replied. ‘Now just rest
and let the poison work.’
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Credit: Thanks Lorrainne
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