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A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for
several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One
day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by
him, he whispered, eyes filling with tears."You know what? You have been
with me all through the bad times.
When I got fired, you comforted me. When my business failed, you
supported us both. When I got shot, you nursed me back to health. When
we lost thehouse, you endured living in a shabby rented flat. Now my
health has started failing and you are still right by my side... You
know what?" "What dear?" She gently asked, smiling as her heart began to
fill with warmth. "I think you're bad luck, why don't you f*ck off."
several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. One
day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by
him, he whispered, eyes filling with tears."You know what? You have been
with me all through the bad times.
When I got fired, you comforted me. When my business failed, you
supported us both. When I got shot, you nursed me back to health. When
we lost thehouse, you endured living in a shabby rented flat. Now my
health has started failing and you are still right by my side... You
know what?" "What dear?" She gently asked, smiling as her heart began to
fill with warmth. "I think you're bad luck, why don't you f*ck off."
