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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

My words echo off the hollow wooden walls of the tiny confession booth.

The church is eerily quiet.

Even though there are several people around. I keep my voice low,

shame burning my cheeks. It is six months since my last confession, I mutter, keeping my eyes forward.

The window between myself and the priest is closed for anonymity, with only patterned holes to allow our voices to carry through. I pick at my dress nervously. The priest stays quiet, allowing me to continue.

The silence presses down on me, and I take a deep breath. I am a good wife, a good wife. I faltered this before

reaffirming. I am a good wife. I'm sure you are, the priest confirms, obviously sensing my hesitancy.

I provide and I serve. I continue flexing my hands before pulling them back,

forming fists that wrap around the fabric of my dress. Already sinful thoughts of seeping into my

brain. I serve my husband well every night, often in the morning as well, if he isn't too tired. I can hear the

priest shift at this, but he says nothing. I lick my lips and press on, but I, I feel my lust maybe too

strong.

What makes you say that?

The priest tries hard to keep his voice neutral,

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