Jimmy 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 cheated on you with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!’
‘I know,’ she replied. ‘Now just rest and let the poison work.’
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