twenty-one

[sixthsinner]

Good morning, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. You know, there's a lot of industriousness in this sphere we call home. It does this humble priest good to walk around the bazaar and see so many people hard at work. God helps those who help themselves, though

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[ghost_of_00]

Confessions?

00

[sixthsinner]

Listening to people's sins. Strictly between them, me, and the big guy.

[ghost_of_00]

Do you think anyone will come?

[sixthsinner]

Up to them. I'll be there regardless, night after night. Patience is a virtue.

[ghost_of_00]

[there's a blot as she rests her pen on the page while navelgazing thinking over this.]

Perhaps it will help.

[sixthsinner]

That's the idea.

Ever thought of giving it a try?

[ghost_of_00]

[moar pause!]

I don't know what I would confess.

[sixthsinner]

Wouldn't we all give a lot to be so lucky.

[ghost_of_00]

[Normally she wouldn't talk so much, but she's alone in the house and she's grown accustomed to regular human contact.]

Not all humans know their sins.

[sixthsinner]

Not know, or not want to know?

[ghost_of_00]

If they don't wish to know, it is easy for them not to.

[sixthsinner]

Isn't that the truth.

[Have a couple of tiny singe marks from falling cigarette ashes]