Secrets that were meant to be kept || Jamilton

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    Thomas walked down the street, the sun finally closing it's eyes and laying down to rest for them, only to awake on the other side of the horizon. The cold bitter air bit at his face as he walked, putting that aside he await for the other man who was supposed to show up. Thomas stood by a tree, leaning against the cold bark slightly shivering, wishing he wore something more thick, than a measly coat meant for august,  as it was mid November. The sun was still setting, an orange tone painting the ground, and the sky, along with pinks and purples, and maybe perhaps some blues. It truly was beautiful, in the eyes of Thomas Jefferson. A shorter man walked up, sighing contently at the sight. He mumbled a quiet "Hello, Jefferson.", to the taller man, who jumped slightly, turning to see Alexander standing there. "Ah, Hello, Hamilton." He said back, quietly as well. Soon, they both started walking, talking quietly about life, and laughing at a few jokes here and there.