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DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT||lams oneshots

DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT||lams oneshots

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Hamilton
*this is currently being edited* I am horrible at descriptions so I'm just going to put an insert from it for now: Alexander Hamilton had never experienced snow. Never. Growing up in the Caribbean he'd never had the chance. Never until he'd moves to New York. Sure, he dreamed about seeing snow. But he never imagined that it was so cold. Yeah, it was pretty and all, but it was way too cold. The first year was the worst, but each year made Alexander dislike snow more and more. John was happy, though. Growing up in New York, John was used to the snow. Alexander on the other hand, he wasn't used to snow at all, as he grew up in the Caribbean. "Hey, Lex," John said, walking into his and Alexander's apartment. Alex looked up from his huddle of blankets on their couch. "No," he muttered. "What was that?" John asked, cheerfully. "No," Alex muttered again. "What?" "No. I'm not going outside." Alexander glared at John. "At least not until Spring."
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A guy came in. I can already guess what his rolle is. He sits in the seat across from me. The small table is between us."Why are you looking at me like that?" he looked me, then at my file on the table that he sat down. He does look more handsome than my last psychologist. "Well, Alexander. Let's start, shall we? I'm John Laurens your psychologist and-" "I have been through enough. I don't NEED a psychologist! I've been through a hellish childhood. My father left. My mother and brother DIED. MY COUSIN COMITTED SUICIDE! But oh! That's not all! When I finally get to escape that hell hole, another blumimg one opens! And then boom! I'm here. In this...this mad house. But you know what the worst thing is? Maybe I actually need to be kept here, but not by THEIR reasons!" I looked at my new psychologist. If that doesn't scare him off, then eventually I will. One way or another. Even if I want him to stay. "You don't really like me that much, do you?" "We just met. I don't trust you." "Yet you tell me peaces of your story?" Smart arse. "Yeah, well I tell everyone that!" I point at the file on the table. "That, is all you're ever going to get out of me. Nothing else." [Expect strong language here and there. Also abuse, death, mention of suicide] [I do not own hamilton, the characters are not mine and all art ain't mine.]

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