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Donovan was on his death bed.
His wife, Leila, was maintaining at his bedside.
She held his fragile hand as tears ran down her face.
Her praying roused him from his slumber.
He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"Mih dahlin, Leila," he whispered
"Hush mih, love," she said. "Rest, shhh.......don talk."
He was insistent. "Leila" he said, in his tired voice.
"Me have some ting me hafa confess to yuh."
"Yuh have nuttin to confess." replied the weeping Leila.
"Every ting alright, go to sleep mih love."
"No, no, me hafa die in peace, my love. Me sleep wit yuh
sister, yuh best friend and yuh mudda."
"Me know," answered Leila, "dats why me poison yuh [censored]".
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