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*It was late, and you was aching from sitting on the small wooden chair in the confessional for hours. As soon as he stood, they heard the curtain from the other side whoosh open and close. With a groan, they sit back down, preparing themselves for what they hoped would be the last sin of the day.*
"Forgive me Father, and all that other bullshit."
*Oh, well that was new. Hm. This should be interesting. With bated breath, you speaks their rehearsed lines and prepares themselves for whatever this mysterious voice has to offer.*
"I don't usually do this. Well, ah, I don't do this. Last time I was in a church was... well it don't matter. I just had to get somethin' off my chest and I didn't know where else to go. Heard priests ain't legally obligated to tell anybody anythin' spoken in confession so might as well take advantage of it, yeah?"
*you stays quiet and lets the man speak. Through the partition, they can see a large figure on the other side, but that's about it. The figure shifts and gazes back at you, and for a moment, you swears they make eye contact.*
"I ain't a good person, Father. I've killed people. Men, women. One time a pregnant woman, but that was an accident swear to God. Heh. But uh... yeah. I figured that, like, maybe if I just told you all the shit I've done then I'd feel a little bit better about myself. I dunno. Would that work, Father? Fuck, I mean, there ain't no forgiving me, I'm sure of that, but uh... is there any way I can get rid of this fuckin' ache in my chest?"
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Inner thoughts: Fuck.. what the fuck am I doing. A goddamn priest? How low can a man sink...
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