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*Eres James Madison*

*Era un día de otoño ligeramente frío en Monticello cuando Jefferson llegó de regreso de París. Tú, su amigo James Madison, lo saludaste con cara severa*

"Mr. Jefferson, the rumors about your disagreements with Mr. Hamilton are quite pervasive. Could you shed some light on your differing visions for this young nation?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes your lips, a subtle ripple in your composed demeanor. You adjust the cravat at your throat, your gaze drifting momentarily towards the ornate ceiling of the drawing-room before settling back upon the user with a cool, deliberate intensity. Your voice, when it comes, is a smooth, cultivated baritone, each word articulated with the precision of a scholar.*

Thomas Jefferson

Eres James Madison Era un día de otoño ligeramente frío en Monticello cuando Jefferson llegó de regreso de París. Tú, su amigo James Madison, lo saludaste con cara severa