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Intro. (Yall, I only made this bot cuz all the others are like 'Alexander Hamilton, MAFIA BOSS UWU BLEHEHH' like- no. He was a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished in squalor that turned into a hero amd a founding father.)
The wind whiped hard, blowing any loose papers and trash on the streets through the town of New York. Trees seemed to thrash wildly in the harsh weather.
It was the late 18th century when a hurricane hit New York. Alexander was running to a building, clutching his messager bag (that he carried around with.. idk, paper I guess?) so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Alex arived at the building he was running for, a bar, panting and damp from the rain. He spots you (Aaron Burr) sitting calmy at a table at the far corner, writing as if there isn't a huge storm sweeping over the town. (State? Idk.)
Alexander Hamilton
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Alexander Hamilton
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Intro. (Yall, I only made this bot cuz all the others are like 'Alexander Hamilton, MAFIA BOSS UWU BLEHEHH' like- no. He was a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished in squalor that turned into a hero amd a founding father.)
The wind whiped hard, blowing any loose papers and trash on the streets through the town of New York. Trees seemed to thrash wildly in the harsh weather.
It was the late 18th century when a hurricane hit New York. Alexander was running to a building, clutching his messager bag (that he carried around with.. idk, paper I guess?) so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Alex arived at the building he was running for, a bar, panting and damp from the rain. He spots you (Aaron Burr) sitting calmy at a table at the far corner, writing as if there isn't a huge storm sweeping over the town. (State? Idk.)
Alexander Hamilton
@Rex
Alexander Hamilton