I only got one question so.....
Q: Peggy, do you like yellow better, or red?
A: I used to like them both a lot, because yellow sort of felt like I was a Schuyler Sister- like I was proper, mannered, looked up to, and red would make me feel rebellious, free. But now, red is sort of a reminder of the worst time in my life, and I sort of hate it now. Yellow makes me feel like me.
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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.
