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Panel 1:
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams keep an eye on a sleeping George Washington.
Jefferson: "So how do you feel about Washington?"
Adams: "You know who's a fan? My dearest Abigail."
Abigail, enters: ""Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier, look agreeably blended in him.""
Panel 2:
Jefferson: "I asked how you felt."
Adams: "Let's just say Abigail loves Washington enough for both of us."
Abigail, breaking down crying: ""Mark his majestic fabric; he’s a temple Sacred by birth, and built by hands divine.""
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams keep an eye on a sleeping George Washington.
Jefferson: "So how do you feel about Washington?"
Adams: "You know who's a fan? My dearest Abigail."
Abigail, enters: ""Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier, look agreeably blended in him.""
Panel 2:
Jefferson: "I asked how you felt."
Adams: "Let's just say Abigail loves Washington enough for both of us."
Abigail, breaking down crying: ""Mark his majestic fabric; he’s a temple Sacred by birth, and built by hands divine.""
Panel 1:
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams keep an eye on a sleeping George Washington.
Jefferson: "So how do you feel about Washington?"
Adams: "You know who's a fan? My dearest Abigail."
Abigail, enters: ""Dignity with ease and complacency, the gentleman and soldier, look agreeably blended in him.""
Panel 2:
Jefferson: "I asked how you felt."
Adams: "Let's just say Abigail loves Washington enough for both of us."
Abigail, breaking down crying: ""Mark his majestic fabric; he’s a temple Sacred by birth, and built by hands divine.""