I listened to the older man, Sampson, as he retold tales of the long, all-day marches he and Henry had to endure to be her, in Manhattan, right now.
"And then, while we trekked on, the British attacked our flank!" He said, waving his arms for emphasis.
"Dat never happened..." Henry muttered under his breath as he gazed at the stars.
Sampson chose not to acknowledge what Henry said, as he finished his story, " the real treasure was the memories we made along the way."
Henry jumped up in disbelief, "MEMORIES?! I NEARLY DIED!"
Sampson smirked, turning to face me he whispered loud enough for Henry to hear, "ah yes, that was my fondest memory..."
I snorted with laughter as Henry glared angrily at Sampson
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A day in the life of a Hamilton Fan
MizahHuzzah! Tis' I, hello_cosmos, author of Life,Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! I have come to make a story all about... ME!! Me and my crazy life, that doesn't always make sense, but will sure make you laugh.
