Confession

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 and her best friend!”
“I know, I know,” she replied. “Now just rest and let the poison work.”

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