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❝𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖘 (𝕮𝕴𝕻𝕬) 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖈 𝖓𝖊𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 𝕴𝖁, 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 (𝖆𝖓𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖘),❞

❝𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖘,❞

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Charlotte's POV | January 14, 1963 |

The light leaked through the window cast a glow showing through her eyelids, the sudden bright light waking her. Charlotte opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the brightness of her room. She ran her fingers through her curly brown hair, trying to detangle it. Charlotte turned to look at the small alarm clock on her bedside table. Her grey eyes strained to read the numbers on the machine.

7:46 am

Charlotte wore shorts and a velvety royal blue tank top with her hair messily pulled back into a bun that sagged on her head. She was not very tall, the top of her head only reaching 5'3", but she bragged to Isabel that she was taller than her shorter friend.

She shot out of her bed; the tiredness suddenly dissipated and was replaced with happiness. Charlotte strolled to her closet, picking out a wool beige knee-length coat with a matching a-line dress to go underneath it. Charlotte put on the outfit, walked into the bathroom, grabbed the hairbrush, and tried running it through her unruly curls. Streams of curses and complaints could be heard from outside the door as she brushed her brunette hair.

Ding dong

Charlotte stopped tearing her hair out and set down the brush. She shuffled out of the bathroom and to her apartment door. Charlotte gazed into the peephole and saw two men in suits play fighting, another man looking at his watch impatiently, and the fourth looking at the door with a smile on his face. She presumed he was the one that rang the bell, so she opened the door. The two men continued to play, but the other two looked up.

"Carlotta? (A/N: This isn't a typo or anything, she changed her name from Carlotta to Charlotte because she thought she would fit in better with a normal name. Since Ringo is her childhood friend, he's the one of the only few people who know and are allowed to call her that.)." The man standing a the door asked.

"Ritchie?" She asked, stunned by his appearance. Charlotte looked around the corridor outside before letting them in.

"Thas' me," He grinned childishly, walking inside. The other men followed suit.

"Why are you here? Where did you come from? How did you know I was here?" Charlotte asked a string of questions, watching the four men get comfortable on her couch.

"I wanted to see you; I came from me apartment; you lived here when I met you, so I was takin' a chance by knocking on yer door hoping you would still live here-"