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Title: Jake was dying Post by mynm156 on Nov 12th, 2004, 5:25pm 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, your mother and her best friend!" "I know, my sweet one" whispered Becky, "now get some rest and let the poison work." |
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Title: Re: Jake was dying Post by LeLimey on Nov 12th, 2004, 5:34pm *stunned* Im spending the day with some friends called Jake and Becky tomorrow! Oooh errr! |
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