The husband, on his deathbed, calls his wife. In a hoarse, already weak voice, he says, "Very well, I'll take my time, but first I want to make you a confession. - No, no, no, you should not make any effort. - But,
woman, it is necessary. The husband insists. - It is necessary to die in peace, I want to confess something to you. - Okay, fine. I speak - I've had relationships with your sister, your mom and your best friend.
<- I know, I know that's why it poisons you!
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