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Jake was dying. His wife was at his bedside. He looked up at her and said
weakly: "I have something I must confess."
"There's no need to," his wife replied soothingly.
"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I must have your forgiveness. I
did a terrible thing. I slept with your sister. I slept with your best
friend. Her best friend. And your mother."
"I know," she replied, "now just lie back, rest and let the poison work."
weakly: "I have something I must confess."
"There's no need to," his wife replied soothingly.
"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I must have your forgiveness. I
did a terrible thing. I slept with your sister. I slept with your best
friend. Her best friend. And your mother."
"I know," she replied, "now just lie back, rest and let the poison work."
