John spent his days outside painting, but always close enough to see if the mailman came, or inside hoping for letters from Alex, which came approximately every other day with occasional falters which the shroom would excuse in his next letter.

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Dear John,

I agree that a war is a slightly morbid way of making friends nuh I've never seen more then one other shroom at a time, so I must admit that I'm enjoying this experience a little. Or at least the shroom part of this experience, not the possibility of dying part of this experience.

Try not to spend to much time apart from your siblings (I almost wrote that in French, school's affecting my writing, that's not good), they'll probably turn out to be good company.

You say you've been painting? I expect to see a newly decorated room when I come back, if I do come back.

Sorry, I shouldn't trouble you with those thoughts, the big boss Woodheart man (General Schuyler) says we'll probably be fine.

I have to finish this letter quickly, the mailman is passing soon and I want to get this out today.

Much love,
Alexander Hamilton

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Dear Mr. Hamilton,

I swear to Jesus if you mention not coming back alive one more time I'm going to go down there and slap you, got it?

If you don't live im murdering whoever killed you and anyone involved, then reviving you and killing you again for not listening to me.

Anyways, yes I've been painting but not hanging anything up on my walls because I don't know what my father would think. It's become like a second installment of my knife drawer.

With love,
John Laurens

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My dearest Laurens,

I will keep in mind not to die, though your reaction seems like it would end up aiding us defeat the humans considerably.

You should put your art up, who cares what your father thinks, he's an ass anyways.

I've been given a gun. And a sword. And a lot of knives. We practice with the weapons every day from dawn to whenever the instructor gets bored.

We've been separated into groups (I don't know war stuff and my search history's already weird enough) and thankfully I've been placed with Laf and Cathy.

Being the only female in our team, I swear every male is chasing after Cathy, which is kind of funny to watch because she dismisses their every attempt with blatant carelessness.

I must say though, Catherine is very pretty. She has fair skin and long brown hair which she ties up in a bun for practice (which looks really badass) and has very pretty hazel eyes.

Don't fret, though I'm not sure what we are but I still love you far more then I could ever even fathom loving Cathy.

Yours truly,
Alexander Hamilton

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Dear Alex,

I feel I'm entitled to meet Cathy and Laf once this annoying war nuisances is either over or has paused for enough time for you to come back here and introduce me to these shrooms I've heard so much about.

I guess I might put my art up but I haven't found anything of mine that I want to look at on my wall every day yet.

I noticed a question in your last letter that was disguised within a statement; what are we?

I am sad to inform you that I have no clue, it happened a little too fast, what with the confession is then the war and now the letters... I'm not sure where we stand in our relationship.

With love,
John Laurens

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My dearest Laurens,

Before I adresse the topics you've brought up, I have question to ask you; how has no one intercepted our correspondence yet? I would have expected your father or siblings to be suspicious of the letters you've been receiving.

It's of no great importance I was just curious.

Anyways, I'm going to respond to your topics in order, it'll simplify my life greatly.

You are 100% entitled to meet my friends, and I'm sure they'd love to meet you, the mysterious figure that I keep sending letters to.

Onto the more difficult theme to cover; us.

Can I consider you my boyfriend? I'm not sure. I'll just say that no one here seems to care wether you're fat or straight, the main thing that matters to us right now is not being killed. Why just the other day I found two males making out behind my tent, which was very distracting. My point is that in my current situation, no one would judge us (unless I revealed you to be a purebred Petalbasket, in which case their might be problems). It's up to you, wether you want to take it slow and think it over or just get to the point, I don't mind.

Yours truly,
Alexander Hamilton

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Dear Alex,

I've made sure no one has had the time to get their hands on your letters because I grab them right when the mailman arrives. Not once has anyone seen a letter of yours in the stack of mail.

I feel like a lonely wife waiting for her husband to come back from war here; I wait by the mailbox and check the newspaper for any casualties or battles almost daily.

I suppose that flows well into the next subject, doesn't it?

I believe we should wait until you're safe back home to make anything official, it seems wiser to sort all these things out in person when we can have actual conversations instead of writing paragraphs and getting paragraphs back. I'm positive that you would have interrupted me many times by now if we were having a back and forth conversation. I await your input, I don't plan on making the final call alone.

With love,
John Laurens

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My dearest, Laurens,

If I'm correct about the mail schedule, then you must wake up at the crack of dawn to get my letters before anyone else. I would scold you but I do the same so it'd be a stupid thing to do.

I have very little time today, we're going to go actually do stuff for once.

Just a warning, the humans are getting closer to your part of town.

Yours truly,
Alexander Hamilton

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Dear Alex,

The letter I received from you two days ago I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase, it changed the meaning, did you intend this? One stoke and you've consumed my waking days it says 'my dearest Laurens' with a comma after dearest, you've written 'my dearest, Laurens'. (I'm sorry)

Anyway all this to say, thank you for the warning don't you dare get hurt whilst 'doing stuff', understood? I'm going to tear the arms off of whoever harms you if you get hurt.

With love,
John Laurens