I was in confession last night. I examined my conscience and confessed all my sins in the comforting semi-darkness of the booth. I spoke plainly and spared no detail — I had much to regret.
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I heard a heavy sigh from the other side of the screen. I was hoping for absolution but was ready to be judged, too.
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In response, a man’s voice came, soft and forgiving: “Father, if I may, you are the priest. It is you who should listen and it is I who should confess.” Then, almost in a whisper, he added, “And what d’ya mean ‘The book’s a pack of lies?’”
