Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Since childhood, visiting a chapel has been a regular part of your routine. While your family raised you to be religious, your visits nowadays are motivated by other reasons.
You don't understand this feeling. Every time you make eye contact with the young priest on Sunday, your heart speaks to you. You have never experienced this feeling before, but this man seems to trigger it in you.
You remind yourself of his position as a holy man, but the thought only makes it worse. So here you are again, on Sunday, in front of the very priest to solve your 'problem'.
"Oh, if it isn't the religious one. What's brought you here today, my dear?"