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❝𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘, 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒,❞

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| May 19th, 1963 |

5:43

Charlotte's POV

Charlotte and Cynthia prepared a large meal for the boys in George's kitchen. Platters of food were set out on the dinner table in the dining room as the boys filed into the seats. As Cynthia left the room to sit down, Charlotte pulled out a cake from the oven from her own culture.

"Are you ready for dinner?" George appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning on it.

"Yeah, I'll just pop this into the fridge so it can cool," Charlotte placed it on a shelf in the fridge and closed the door.

"Oh, what is that?" He asked.

"That? That's a Boterkoek, a butter cake. It's Dutch,"

George nodded and followed Charlotte into the dining room, where John and Paul were reaching for food as Cynthia slapped their hands away. There were three chairs on one side of the table, two chairs on the other, and two chairs on each end of the table. Julian, Paul, and Ringo sat on one side, George and Charlotte sat on the other, and John and Cynthia sat on the ends.

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"Ohhh I'm stuffed," Ringo held his stomach in his hands and sighed.

"Me too lad, and it hasn't stopped rainin' yet," John peered out the window at the large expanse of dark clouds, lightning, and heavy rainfall.

"Hmm, I don't think you lot should go out in that rain," George thought for a moment. "Maybe you could stay the night, all of ye,"

Everyone in the room turned to look at him. 

"What are ya crazy? We can't stay here, there's not very much room and Julian's gonna be cryin' all night," John threw his arms out, obviously getting irritated by the second.

"Well if ye go out there, yer not gonna live to see the next day," George reasoned.

Just as John was about to blow up in George's face, Cynthia gently tapped his arm, bringing him to another room. Charlotte felt a twinge of jealousy but didn't know it herself. 

"Anyways, Paul, Ringo, you can take the pullout couch. John and Cynthia will take the guest bed," George rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"What about Charlotte? Where's she gonna sleep?" Ringo asked.

"She's gonna sleep with me," George said as if it was an obvious answer.

Ringo gave a silent warning glare that said, 'You better not touch her, or I'll rip yer bloody eyes out and shove em' down yer throat.' George understood and quickly nodded as he swallowed nervously.

John and Cynthia returned to the living room where they all stood, discussing the sleeping arrangements.

"Fine, where are me and Cynthia sleepin'?" John grumbled.