Sorry I didn't post, my friend was over.
Hamilton's POV
Ugh. I hate it here. It's so boring. The only fun thing to do is write on the back of all the letters Laf sends me. It's a miracle they haven't run out of paper or ink yet. Even here I'm not free from Laf. He just needs to chillax. It's not like I almost die everyday; just most. Oh look. Supper is here. I can't wait to eat! (That was sarcastic.) Ugh. When will I be free from this torture? I didn't even do anything! Whatever. I better eat anyways. I don't need any more letters from Laf.
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
