On the first night of their honeymoon, the husband isn't sure how to tell his bride about his stinky feet and smelly socks, while the wife is wondering how to break the news to him about her awful breath, which so far, she's been able to cover up.
After some soul-searching, the husband gathers his nerve and says, "I have a confession."
She draws closer, peers into his eyes, and says, "Darling, so do I."
Recoiling, he says, "Don't tell me - you've eaten my socks."
Questions
What was the husband's secret?
What was the bride's secret?
What is the meaning of the verb to recoil?
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