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Jake was dying. His Wife Becky was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber, he looked up and his pale lips began to move.
Becky my darling, he whispered.
Hush my love, she said, rest, don't talk.
He was insistent, Becky, he said in a tired voice, I have something that I must confess.
There's nothing to confess, replied Becky weeping, eveything is alright, go to sleep.
No, no, I must die in peace, Becky, I...I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother.
I know my sweet one, whispered Becky, now rest and let the poison work.
Becky my darling, he whispered.
Hush my love, she said, rest, don't talk.
He was insistent, Becky, he said in a tired voice, I have something that I must confess.
There's nothing to confess, replied Becky weeping, eveything is alright, go to sleep.
No, no, I must die in peace, Becky, I...I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother.
I know my sweet one, whispered Becky, now rest and let the poison work.