Donovan was on his death bed. His wife Leila was maintaining bedside. 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 Leila," he whispered. "Hush my love," she said. "Rest. Shhh, don't talk." He was insistent. "Leila" he said, in his tired voice. I have someting to confess to you." "You have nothng to confess"No, no, I have to die in peace love. "I sleep with your sister, your best friend and your mother." "Me know," answered Leila, "That's why me poison you." ))

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