alexander:

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         HATRED prickled in alexander’s very being just at the mention of such a name, head snapping from his papers to concentrate on his wife’s words, a n g e r dissolving into happiness as her little rant blossomed into something quite unfavourable. “my dear, have i told you how beautiful you look today? PERHAPS i hadn’t noticed until you began speaking such foul words, but – MY GOD, look at you.” his quill dropped against his parchment, standing to his feet with open arms. “you know i would help you in anything, my heart. particularly this.”

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          now, eliza was NEVER one to get angry, but GOD, did she ever want to get back at thomas. angelica was usually the one to suggest revenge, and eliza never wanted that, but, simple words were now reaping in her head–– “never let a man tell you what you CAN and what you CAN’T do.” that is exactly what JEFFERSON did. she was a woman, she wasn’t ALOUD to help. she was just there to look good for her husband, and nothing more.       ❛ you did actually tell me, this morning, and then you wanted me to deliver a letter for you so you could work. ❜       she sent him a smile, standing up so she could move over to him, her hands being placed on his arms.       ❛ on a scale of one to ten; how much REVENGE would get you fired?

 

"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

DRAFTS: thirty plus.
STARTERS: twenty plus.
INBOX: ten plus.