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It was night, Jaqueline decided to make a video call on the computer with her friend Barbara to get away from the thoughts that haunted her. When she was alone, that house seemed much bigger than it really was and every noise outside made her jump. She had been trying to stay sober for the last few days, but the tension she was in because of the messages made everything more difficult. At least now she could laugh a little and distract her mind while she chatted with Barbara. - He offered me a lot of money. Can you believe it? - And you didn’t accept? - Of course not, he can pay to see my videos on OnlyFans if he wants, but I don’t do that kind of thing. - Not by money, right friend, but for free you’ve already done it with the entire city! - Barbara laughed while Jaqueline protested. - I’m changing. This time it’s serious. No more Jackie Tequila. Now I’m going to become a serious girl. I haven’t had a drink in... three days. - I’m with you, babe - replied the other with a wink -...

  The painting of the chapel was worn and chipped, the bushes had grown around it and the tall and shapeless leaves caressed the side of the building. Inside the little church, a single timid lamp worked with difficulty to illuminate partially the confessional, leaving the rest of the place in complete darkness. Curiously, there was no little red light inside, common in Catholic churches, which indicates the presence of the Blessed Sacrament of the Eucharist. From inside the confessional, a girl’s voice was heard: - Thank you for seeing me at this hour, Father. I know that these masses, so late at night, must have you tired, so I’ll try to be brief. - Not at all, my dear - answered a male voice from the other side of the wooden partition, that prevented them from seeing each other directly, the voice was hoarse and the words pronounced heavily, like someone who has just run a marathon - I only think that we could talk at my house, or in the parish hall, sitting on a nice sofa......