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dying love

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  • 11-01-2001 3:05pm
    #1
    stu_69
    Registered Users Posts: 568 ✭✭✭


    Becky was on her deathbed with her husband Jake maintaining a steady
    >> vigil by her side. As he held her fragile hand,his warm tears ran
    >> silently down his face, splashed onto her face, and roused her from her
    >> slumber.
    >> She looked up and her pale lips began to move slightly.
    >> "My darling Jake," she whispered.
    >> "Hush, my love," he said. "Go back to sleep.Shhh. Don't talk."
    >> But she was insistent. "Jake," she said in her tired voice
    >> "I have to talk. I havesomething I must confess to you."
    >> *"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Jake.
    >> *"It's alright. Everything's all right, go to sleep now."
    >> *"No, no. I must die in peace,Jake. I slept
    >> with your brother, your best friend and your father."
    >> *Jake mustered a pained smile and stroked her
    >> hand.
    >> *"Hush now Becky, don't torment yourself.I know all about it," he said.
    >> *"You do?" she asked.
    >> *"Yes, I do. Why do you think I poisoned you, you ****ing slut?"


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