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I: Suit jackets embroidered with the school crest tossed to the floor, two pairs of black slacks bunched around ankles. Shoes still on. Billy’s hands held onto Harrington’s hips tight as he rolled and bounced, slender fingers trying to find purchase on the smooth wood of the walls that had absorbed a thousand confessions and would absorb a thousand more.
II: Third period Wednesdays. Steve’s confession slot. Written so neatly. Much neater than anything else. Practically adored with love hearts and highlighted in pink. Probably that bitch’s work. Don’t forget. Be good.
III: Billy had a confession still to give. Maybe two. One Harrington wasn’t aware about until the sound of the opposite door broke through their humid bubble. Harrington’s eyes flew open and he tried to move. Tried to save himself. Billy held firm.
IV: Steve believed in the Devil. Only his Devil didn’t have black horns or ruby red skin, hoven feet or a pointed tail. His Devil had freckles dusted over his nose.
V: Even though the chapel was always cold with the stone floor and endlessly high ceiling, Steve was sweating under his collar. Trying not to pay attention to the Devil on his left slowly bouncing his leg up and down.