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And so she spoke.

And so it listened.

The stories, absorbed by the dark, ornate walls of the wooden box.

But the Confessional knew more about her life than she did.

O My God, relying on Thy infinite goodness and promises, I hope to obtain pardon of my sins, the help of Thy grace and life everlasting, through the merits of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Redeemer.