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His chair creaked, his body stiffening at the sound of ht of his death, and to souessed that would make me a psychopath

But it was true

I was fucking thrilled I was a eance and hate, fury and wrath

“Son…” His voice tre has it been since your last confession?”

“Cut the bullshit You know” I s in the place was so goddaner’s touch, but this shit was ridiculous It looked like the inside of a coffin Certainly felt like one

“Can we move on?” I cracked my neck and rolled up my sleeves “Time is money”

“It’s also a healer”

I clenchedmy fists

“Nice try” I paused, checkingout Mine, too

Tick tock, tick tock

“Bless o, I killed a ht intomy family pain and devastation I killed him with my bare hands”

I let the weight of s, just enough so he wouldn’t bleed to death, tied hiht over his parts” My voice was eerily calht to his waist and threw hi, to die a slow, painful suffocating death Now tell me, Father, how many Hail Marys for a murder?”

I kneasn’t the type to bring a cell phone into the booth McGregor was too old and cocky for ue on ht Least of all by me Least of all like this I waited patiently for two years for the perfect uard and alone at church

Now, as I confessedto wait at the other end of the booth and claim his life, too He had no way out

He washis nextat the wooden chair he sat on