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He wanted nothing less. He was obsessive, focused, and stubborn. He had come to those conclusions after hours in therapy, after hours of staring at his faint reflection in the egg-shell blue eyeglasses of the shrink. She was nice enough. She tried at least, Dr. Jones, she listened (even if that was what she was paid to do). And Tom admired her unbelievably well curated poker face. She hadn’t even batted an eye when he had told her about Greg.
Greg.
Tom wanted nothing less.
He hated himself for it. Had dropped to his knees in confession and prayed for forgiveness. But all that came was a mirror image, a fantasy of Greg on his knees, and Tom, the priest.