Hamilton's POV
Ugh. So it turns out I just have a cold. That's great, in the sense that I probably won't die, but not great because I have to rest for the whole day. (And maybe more.) I just want to spend time with my wife! And to make matters worse, Mr. Washingyon sent Laf to make sure I don't leave! Ugh. If only he put John in charge. I have something against him.
"Hey Laf," it doesn't hurt to at least try.
"Yez, petite lion?"
"Can I leave now? I'm perfectly fine now."
"Papa told me you'd zay zat! Ze anzwer iz no." Well, I tried. But if they keep me in here for more than a day, I will actually (attempt to) escape this place!
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
