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My wife, my dear Elizabeth…and that whore Abbygail…How could I have let lustful stupidity take control over me? If I could have known what portrait was painted of Abby long ago, I wouldn’t have, this situation, everything would be different. My hatred for Abbygail is so strong; Hatred? Hatred for myself is so strong. I let deceitfulness lead me away, so far away and now I am lost. Now I, now Elizabeth must suffer. Her life could diminish from that whore’s evil mouth. Lies.. Lies.. LIES!!! And Mary Warren, that awful traitor! Shadows thrown, the shrill of the girls screams, as if in pain. Staring blanklessly to the abyss of the rafters, to what only their eyes could witness, satins accomplice, a yellow bird. Now I shall burn. Me and Danforth shall burn with the devil for all eternity!!