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A Tender Departure...
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<blockquote data-quote="Kismet" data-source="post: 398857" data-attributes="member: 8516"><p>A cautionary tale...</p><p></p><p>>Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by</p><p>>his</p><p>>side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying</p><p>>roused him from his slumber; He looked up and his pale lips began to move</p><p>>slightly. "Becky my darling" he whispered.</p><p>></p><p>>"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." He was insistent "Becky," he</p><p>>said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess." There's</p><p>>nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all right,</p><p>>go to</p><p>>sleep."</p><p>></p><p>>"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your</p><p>>best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"</p><p>></p><p>>I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the poison work."</p><p></p><p> :mrgreen:</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kismet, post: 398857, member: 8516"] A cautionary tale... >Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by >his >side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying >roused him from his slumber; He looked up and his pale lips began to move >slightly. "Becky my darling" he whispered. > >"Hush my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk." He was insistent "Becky," he >said in his tired voice, "I have something that I must confess." There's >nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "Everything's all right, >go to >sleep." > >"No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I slept with your sister, your >best friend, her best friend, and your mother!" > >I know, sweetheart," whispered Becky, "let the poison work." :mrgreen: [/QUOTE]
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