Anyone want a British friend? https://www.notebook.ai/forum/general-chat/did-you-know-lostboy2

It disappeared…..

Oh gosh no burn down the house

imma guy

no, no….no….no, no, no! no! nooo!!!
philip…..i ….no, no! I'm literally crying!!!
he's dead…….just starting to get into its quiet up town……this makes me sob!

Nu… he had so much going for him

hyamilton?

imma guy

Ok cool. I'll remember to use he next time

Should everyone say their pronouns? Just to clarify everything, or are we all good?

sure

Henlo frens i is girl

He/Him

Okey doke
Mine are she/her

Imma dude

i daid i was a guy not a fren! whatever that is…??

said*

He/Him I am also male

i daid i was a guy not a fren! whatever that is…??

Lol fren is friendwith out the i and D

They/them

ohhhh!
that makes sense

And my cat's are he/him though he sometimes goes by your majesty, isn't that right Merlin?
Merlin: Meows

Lmao I would do that to my cat

And my cat's are he/him though he sometimes goes by your majesty, isn't that right Merlin?
Merlin: Meows

I will be sure to refer to him as such
bows to Merlin

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Burr, my first friend, my enemy
Maybe the last face I ever see
If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?

Legacy. What is a legacy?
It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
You let me make a difference
A place where even orphan immigrants
Can leave their fingerprints and rise up
I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up
Wise up. Eyes up
I catch a glimpse of the other side
Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side
My son is on the other side
He’s with my mother on the other side
Washington is watching from the other side

Teach me how to say goodbye

Rise up, rise up, rise up
Eliza

My love, take your time
I’ll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to freedom…

My cat is a he/him but mostly he's just a butthole

He/Him… I think… maybe

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody
Burr, my first friend, my enemy
Maybe the last face I ever see
If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?

Legacy. What is a legacy?
It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
You let me make a difference
A place where even orphan immigrants
Can leave their fingerprints and rise up
I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up
Wise up. Eyes up
I catch a glimpse of the other side
Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side
My son is on the other side
He’s with my mother on the other side
Washington is watching from the other side

Teach me how to say goodbye

Rise up, rise up, rise up
Eliza

My love, take your time
I’ll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to freedom…

NOOO
DONT DO THAT
TEARS
PAIN
ANGUISH
DESPAIR
AGONY

But that was amazing

I go by Your Highness.

Or Your Majesty.

yes, my eyes are watering. it is sad to think i might someday meet lin manuel miranda but i will never truly meet hamilton.

That’s me everyday because I cry easily. •-•

I go by Your Highness.

Or Your Majesty.

I prefer "Oh majestic one"