“When are we going to jiunge John and Paul?” Ringo asked. “In... wewe know where I mean. I’d like to be with them.”
“It’ll look too suspicious if we all leave for... that place,” George pointed out. “John would be too easy to find.”
They were sitting in a small café having breakfast, a place where not too many people came over wanting their autographs, but they were still careful not to mention the name of John’s hiding place as long as they were in public.
Ringo frowned. “So we’re not goin’ to jiunge them? I’m not just leaving John at a time like this!”
“I don’t...
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