Last night the girls and I were out dancing. I drank the blood of an animal, but no one else knows except for the girls that were with Tituba and I last night. Uncle Parris is freaking out, because my cousin Betty won't wake. She was also there last night. I can hear Uncle weaping and praying for Betty to wake. There's was a aknock at the door, and I went to go get it. It was Susanna Walcott. I took her to Uncle Parris...and left the room.
Sincerely, Abigail
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