It was cold out. Really cold out. Peggy hugged herself for warmth. She spied the teens who still thought it was acceptable to go trick-or-treating at midnight, and anxiously walked past them. She rounded a corner when a hand wrapped around her waist and a knife was held to her throat.
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And Peggy
FanfictionShe'll always be 'And Peggy.' He'll never be satisfied. She's helpless. He's back from France. He never told his crush. She has a secret identity. And all of this in high school. What could possibly go wrong? --- this is Hamilton, of course.
