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A
man lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his family, a weeping wife and four
children. Three of the children are tall, good looking and athletic; but, the
fourth and youngest is an ugly runt.
"Darling
wife," the husband whispers, "Assure me that the youngest child really
is mine. I want to know the truth before I die, I will forgive you if ..."
The
wife gently interrupts him. "Yes, my dearest, absolutely, no question,
I swear on my mother's grave that you are his father."
The
man then dies, happy. The wife mutters under her breath, "Thank God he
didn't ask about the other three."
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