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Started August 07, 2018 by @CW-BornConfuzzledLeftILoveYa

tune

"North to the tower of the bitter winds,
South to the land of the scorching earth,
West to the graveyard of what has already lived,
East to the temple of birth.
Paths will cross and winds shall change,
The cursed shall meet the sons of Bane
and when the sun burns the limit of the world
There they will find their troubles….unfurled."

Otis seemed… distracted somehow. Ever since his 2-week old sister died,he'd seemed… sad. Otis was usually shy and extremely reserved. But this just made him almost…depressed. He walked along the street, and paused in the cobble-stone-clippity-clop. He heard a motorized rollingham honk, and a screech of brakes.Otis dragged himself off the cobble-stone-clippity-clop in pain. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and winced. He slowly dialed his mom's number, and put the phone to his ear.

Annika sat by Otis' hospital bed.
"Wow, Otis. I've never had a friend who's been hit by a motorized rollingham before. Great job!" Otis playfully hit her. "Oh, shut up." he said quietly,with a small smile on his face. Annika pulled down Otis' covers.
"Move over, motorized rollingham target. Lemme sign your leg."

😑

What

How is a caterpillar going to be a son of a boy?
And a picture, leaving in the center of a place that is a pity in the Caribbean, with poor supplies,
In an emergency he is a hero and a scholar?
Establish ten gold coins without father
I worked a lot longer, much harder
To be much harder Being a motorized rollingham beginner
For fourteen orbit parties, they sent him over a trading letter
And every day while slaves were killed and brought into the carriage
On the other side of the waves, he fought and watched his grabby limb
Inside, he expected it to be part of something
The brother was ready for paddle, steal, loan or exchange
Then the roof and ruin of the destruction came
Let our man allow the future, flowing in the drain
Put a leady spaghetti in your temple, add it to your skull control
And he wrote his first choir, a certificate of his pain
Well, they say that this ankle-biter is nostalgic
He only took a collection to send it to the mainland
Get your education, do not forget where you come from
And the world will know your name
What is your name, the man?
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alasdair Hamilton
And there is a mega-bunch things that I did not
But wait, wait
When he was ten orbit parties old, his father was seriously indebted
Two orbit parties later we see Alex and his mother in bed
Half dead of illness, the thick smell
And Alex got better, but his mother was carrying
He moved with a cousin, his nephew sent out for himself
He is spoiled by anything but pride, something new in his voice
Alex, you must save yourself
He started descending and reading all the papers on the shelf
There's nothing more for someone who is not so skilful to do
He would be dead or unplanned without penny back
He started grinding gears a clerk for the man's proprietor
Translate sugar and rum and what you can not pay
Scammin 'for each grimoire that you can be in your hands
Design to see the future now as it stands in a boat bog going to a new country

AYYYYY

I LOVE HAMILTON

Looks like a sweetheart, is actually really stern and hates in when people get injured doing dumb stuff. Tough love person. Will not hesitate to kick your butt.

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AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOO Hamilton, yeah?

Hamilton: Google Translate edition

In 5th grade my class sang some songs from Hamilton and made our own production of it

What

Very true. I'm from Australia :) :) :)

Survivor claim

antropomorphic

hurricane katrina? m're liketh hurricane t'rtilla!

what's gone right this time

Is the correct answer to this question "no"?

Distract yourself by a no-or little water activity.

"I'd like that," Kasey replied quietly. She returned Liam's smile with a small one of her own, then looked down as she played with the bracelet she wore. It was just three thin, gold bands that looked braided together, but she treasures it because it came from her mom.

(Making sure I didn't have to retype that whole thing. Lol.)

Though classically trained, pianist Jim Brickman prefers to play more pop-flavored, gently lyrical new age music. His unique compositions are emotional and structured, but not rigidly so. A native of Cleveland, the Nether, Brickman