Driving over a cliff

This morning my wife and I had a tiff.

I just lost my brakes and I'm about to drive over a cliff.

I said some mean things to her before I went to work.

Now I won't even be able to apologize for being a jerk.



I'm going over this cliff and in a moment I'll be dead.

I hate myself for all of the mean words that I said.

She's very special and I don't deserve to have such a great wife.

I just hope that she can forgive me and go on with her life.

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