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Adams is struggling and furious that Jefferson won't write the Declaration due to the "distractions" on his mind, so Franklin suggests an interesting solution.
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"We’re not hiding from God in our ephemeral lives, Mr. Jefferson. Oh fuck him, the cruel creator who made us this way, who tortured me with these desires that his own law calls sin. I’m his toy no longer; I’m yours. How cruel is he to cast his golden light through the window, lighting your hair brilliant reddish-gold; to light and shadow your features so finely, to illuminate your white shirt into transparency. You were so bright I thought for sure you were a trap from heaven. And to make me watch every moment of it, drawing my eyes to you like a simple moth to your blazing glory every day, every congress meeting, for a full year. To make me dread the sinful excitement at the sight of you, yet need it like air. I’m done with that. I’m done with being played. Take me, Jefferson, and let us punish God with this unholy sight. I’m set on burning the dignity He stripped from me. Let any sense and holiness be an afterthought."