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The world is a mess and I just need to rule it.

love was never meant to be such a crazy affair

This journal may contain adult concepts.

Created on 2004-04-21 09:00:09 (#2904807), last updated 2009-12-21

11,304 comments received, 8,169 comments posted

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Name:Coffee first. Then your bullshit.
Birthdate:1984-06-26
Location:Chicago, Illinois, United States
Website:Dinosaur Comics
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Proctor: Ah, you're wicked yet, aren't ye! You'll be clapped in the stocks before you're twenty.

Abigail: Give me a word, John. A soft word.

Proctor: No, no, Abby. That's done with.

Abigail: You come five mile to see a silly girl fly? I know you better.

Proctor: I come to see what mischief your uncle's brewin' now. Put it out of mind, Abby.

Abigail: John-I am waitin' for you every night.

Proctor: Abby, I never give you hope to wait for me.

Abigail: I have something better than hope, I think!

Proctor: Abby, you'll put it out of mind. I'll not be comin' for you more.

Abigail: You're surely sportin' with me.

Proctor: You know me better.

Abigail: I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! Or did I dream that? It's she put me out, you cannot pretend it were you. I saw your face when she put me out, and you loved me then and you do now!

Proctor: Abby, that's a wild thing to say.

Abigail: A wild thing may say wild things. I have seen you since she put me out; I have seen you nights.

Proctor: I have hardly stepped off my farm this sevenmonth.

Abigail: I have a sense for heat, John, and yours has drawn me to my window, and I have seen you looking up, burning in your loneliness. Do you tell me you've never looked up at my window?

Proctor: I may have looked up.

Abigail: And you must. You are no wintry man. I know you, John. I know you. I cannot sleep for dreamin'; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I'd find you comin' through some door.

Proctor: Child-

Abigail: How do you call me child!

Proctor: Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I will cut off my hand before I'll ever reach for you again. Wipe it out of mind. We never touched, Abby.

Abigail: Aye, but we did.

Proctor: Aye, but we did not.
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