Father Morris:
In my early days, I was excited about confession. In fact, I used to worry that I was too excited that I would derive some sort of sick pleasure in hearing confession that it'd be titillating in some way listening to people bare their souls. That I'd revel in it. That I'd chew on those morsel bits of gossip. I don't worry about that any more. Turns out I'm not a thirteen year old girl and gossip is not genuine gossip when it's firsthand. It's sterile, clinical. It's the difference between a striptease and dropping your pants in front of a doctor. I assume.
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