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Originally Posted by jeezeweeze  Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly, ' I have something I must confess.'
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> > 'There's no need to,' his wife replied.
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> > 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, I know,' she replied. 'Now just rest and let the poison work. | 
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