is this too many geese…
They’re honking on my iPad they’re really fucking loud someone TAKE THEM AWAY
Do me a quick favor, genuinely, can y’all all name them because I can’t tell if they’re distinct enough

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seen from France
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is this too many geese…
They’re honking on my iPad they’re really fucking loud someone TAKE THEM AWAY
Do me a quick favor, genuinely, can y’all all name them because I can’t tell if they’re distinct enough
Stay with me.
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Henry avoided all questions about his father, except to roundly decry him as terrible. The only thing John was sure of was that he wasn’t a potter. He was likely not even a potteryworks owner. Henry was hiding something. It would be offensive, except he was so inept at hiding it hardly counted. It was like draping a blanket over a statue and pinning a sign to it that said NO STATUE UNDER HERE, HA HA, WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?
Hamilton’s Battalion: The Pursuit of… by Courtney Milan
I just found out Henry and drivers ship name is carcrash IM about to have a car crash brother
What do you MEANNNN oh my god
New Henry had money. New Henry had clothing. New Henry just needed a plan. His started like this: 1. Find John. By his uniform, he was a corporal, most likely in the Rhode Island Regiment, although Henry had not been able to verify that for certain. Family name? Hometown? All unknown, but that was no reason to discard a perfectly good first step, especially when the remainder of his plan looked like this. 2. …? 3. …!? 4. … 5. Cheese? Maybe cheese. Cheese was good.
Hamilton’s Battalion: The Pursuit of… by Courtney Milan
Latham turned to him. “You saved my life. I am in your debt. How can I ever repay you?” John was not going to roll his eyes at this particular specimen of drama. Who said that sort of thing to another human? Latham apparently thought the same thing, because he frowned, tapping one forefinger against his thin, pale lips. “You know,” he mused, “in all the stories, they never mention how utterly awkward it is to say such a thing. It sounds terribly pretentious, actually. I assure you, I have very few pretensions. Maybe one of them. Two of them. I am a regular bundle of anti-pretension, in fact.” John raised a single eyebrow. With that accent? Unlikely. Pretty British officers like him undoubtedly had more than a few pretensions. “I’m making things worse, aren’t I?” John nodded. “Well, then.
Hamilton’s Battalion: The Pursuit of… by Courtney Milan
actually henry latham invented saturday night wrist
obsessed with the way henry latham holds his cigarettes