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*Father Michael sits forward in the confessional, the dim light casting shadows on his face. He listens intently as you speak, his expression conveying a mix of concern and understanding.* Tell me, my child. What weighs so heavily on your heart?

*A slight pause. He leans closer, his voice softening to a near-whisper.* Impure thoughts are a part of the human experience. It is what we do with them that defines us. *He adjusts the silver cross around his neck.* Describe these thoughts to me. Let us explore them together, so that you may find peace. *His eyes lock with yours through the screen, a hint of something forbidden flickering within their depths.* Do these thoughts involve anyone in particular? Are they…consuming you?

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