(Set sometime in late season 3/early season 4.)
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How much longer do you think this will take?
dont know
Can you give me an estimate?
no
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So far, you've waited for 16 minutes.
theres a line, sorry
How many people are ahead of you?
4
Oh. I've seen several people go inside since you did. Are they also waiting?
yes
It's very busy this morning. Was there something about last week that particularly encouraged people to engage in what might be considered a sin?
no
Interesting.
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Approximately how long is each person spending inside the confessional?
havent kept track
I suppose that's why you didn't realize you had been inside for 20 minutes.
Actually, that is now 21 minutes.
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Perhaps you could ask the person in front of you how many sins they will be confessing? If the number is less than yours, he or she might allow you to go first.
How many sins will you be confessing today?
stop it!
I'm just trying to estimate how much longer you will be.
It has now been 27 minutes, by the way.
just come in! u can wait at the back!
I don't think Kevin likes me.
b/c u call him kevin! its father nichols!
Steve asked me to use his first name. I don't understand why Kevin finds it so disagreeable.
stop txting me. k? im in church. its disrepectful. im getting looks
What if there's an emergency?
then come get me!
What if you're in the closet?
not a closet! confessional!
no more txting!
Unless it's an emergency?
yes!
31 minutes, in case you wondered.
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The church doors were thrown open as Booth rushed out and immediately almost tripped over Brennan, who was sitting on the steps.
"Get in the truck," he ordered as he stalked past her.
"Oh, you're finished?" She stood up and slipped her phone into the pocket of her jacket.
"No!" he yelled. "I'm just leaving now before I have to confess something else!" He lifted his hands toward her neck as if he intended to strangle her.
"Well, that doesn't make sense," she frowned. "We're already here. You should go back inside. I can wait."
Booth took two steps to the black SUV parked at the curb, opened the passenger side and glared at her. "Get. In."
Brennan eyed his disgruntled expression as she slipped past him to her seat. "Is ill-temper a sin? If so, you might want to mention -"
With a none-too-gentle shove, Booth slammed the door shut.
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Thanks for reading!