Epilogue

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Hamilton glanced over at Jefferson and his luscious locks; god he looked good as he seductively licked his lips. The young secretary of treasury smirked at Jefferson as he whispered something sweet under his breath: "You know it's been quite exhausting writing these Federalist Papers alone, perhaps I need a little guidance?" Hamilton winked. Jefferson sensed the hot, scalding tension surrounding the pair and promptly removed his glasses. Hamilton reached over and, in one swift motion, removed the old man's dashing tie.

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