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A man is holding his wife's hand as she lays on her death bed.
"Jerry, I, . . ., I have something to tell you before I pass on."
"No, no, dear. Everything is forgiven now. All is well."
"No, Jerry. I've been carrying this load for years now, and I must tell you.
I, . . .,
I've been unfaithful to you. I slept with your best friend, Phil.
I'm so terribly sorry."
"Yes, dear, I know. Why do you think I poisoned you?"
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