,,You wanna get ahead?" Burr asked. ,,Yes." Hamilton answered simply. Oh no... Just a moment and the three will arrive... No, no, no, no, no, no... C'mon Ashley, you have to think, bitch! C'mon! How the fuck will I interact with them?! Okay.. Calm down.... (I was thinking about writing 'Be More Chill' here but i didn't want to refference something I don't actually know...) You just have to say something... At the right moment just join their conversation... ,,Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead." OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod. ,,Hey yo, hey yo, what time is it?!" Oh. Fuck. ,,SHOWTIME!" ,,Like I said..." Burr looked at the trio. Fuck, that hurt me... It hurts me everytime. This ,,Fools who run their moths off" thing... It's just... You have to realize who talked first and... Fuck, Ashley, don't start crying at the bar. Especially when the Hamilsquad and Burr are there.  ,,Showtime, showtime, YO!" if Burr is not deaf after this, he has my respect, heh...

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165 words this time... It's not that bad, is it? ~Charly