My wife was dying. I was by her bedside. She said in a tired voice, “There’s something I must confess.”
“Shhh,” I said, “There’s nothing to confess. Everything’s alright.”
“No, I must die in peace. I had sx with your brother, your best friend, his best friend, and your father!”*
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