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It's a Sin

She was a beauty unlike any other. Every Saturday morning like clockwork she would visit with him, letting him know her business, how she felt. He would offer his advice as well as offer her an ear. He wanted more, but he could not. He knew if he had even tried he would have lost it all sacrificing everything he worked so hard for. He fell in love with her, but still held one in love before her sacrificing physical love, passion that he dreamed of. He was saddened by his decision, but yet happy by his choice. The monsignor came from the confessional then said goodbye to the many parishioners while keeping his eyes on her.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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