The Boston Tea Party
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Complete, First published Jan 12, 2024
The last time the representative of British America and the West British Indies²⁵ - who went by his alias Alfred F. Jones¹ around humans - was in Boston, it was during the Boston Massacre. He could remember the pain from it. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever felt, but the principle of it made it far worse than it was; he and most Patriots² strongly believed the Redcoats had no right to shoot - though Alfred would be the first to admit that the newspapers were a bit... exaggerated (he didn't quite want to use the "p" word³, it felt wrong). But, in 1773, he was in Boston for a very different reason. Alfred Jones had had a feeling. He couldn't explain it. But it beckoned him to go to Boston. Also, the letter from Samuel Addams asking him to come contributed as well. So he did. He knew the British Empire would have likely reprimanded him for that, but what wouldn't he have reprimanded him for? 
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A mostly historically accurate story about the Boston Tea Party. 

This book contains footnotes; the second chapter is historical notes based on this footnotes. If you do not read the historical notes, please assume that everything in here is in accurate. Though most of what I wrote is accurate to the best of my knowledge, I'd rather not spread misinformation.
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