LittleShip
Well-Known Member
Jake was on his deathbed. His wife Susan, was maintaining a vigil by his
side. She held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face. Her praying
roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his
pale lips began to move slightly.' My darling Susan,' he whispered 'Hush,
my love,' she said. 'Rest. Shhh. Don't talk.'
He was insistent. 'Susan,' he said in his tired voice. 'I have something I
must confess to you."
'There's nothing to confess,' replied the weeping Susan. 'Everything's all
right, go to sleep.' 'No, no. I must die in peace, Susan. I slept with your
sister, your best friend and your mother.'
'I know,' she replied. 'That's why I poisoned you.'
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I wish I'd been born rich instead of good looking ?
side. She held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face. Her praying
roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his
pale lips began to move slightly.' My darling Susan,' he whispered 'Hush,
my love,' she said. 'Rest. Shhh. Don't talk.'
He was insistent. 'Susan,' he said in his tired voice. 'I have something I
must confess to you."
'There's nothing to confess,' replied the weeping Susan. 'Everything's all
right, go to sleep.' 'No, no. I must die in peace, Susan. I slept with your
sister, your best friend and your mother.'
'I know,' she replied. 'That's why I poisoned you.'
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I wish I'd been born rich instead of good looking ?