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Once a husband and wife lived in a old town, they had four kids the first three were slim and had brown hair, the last one was fat and had black hair.
Husband-Darling, I am going to die (he had cancer). Please do tell me is our last child really ours.
Wife-I swear you, he is really ours.
Hearing this the husband died pecafully.
Wife-Thank god, "He didn't ask about the first three..."
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