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They were eating in the cafeteria. Michael, Micky, and Davy were minding their own business when one of the other prisoners came up to them. He was an ugly little man with beady blue eyes and a big nose.

The other prisoners called him Ringo.

"So, Nesmith," Ringo was smoking a cigarette, "rumor has it you killed Lennon."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," Michael said calmly.

"I think you do." Ringo leaned forward so he and Michael were mere centimeters apart. The smoke from the cigarette stung Michael's eyes. "I bet you stabbed the bastard to death, didn't you?"

Michael sighed. He was used to other prisoners trying to challenge him, but he was tired. He was tired of it all. "Ringo—"

"Hey!" Peter spotted them and ran over. "Break it up!"

Peter grabbed a hold of Ringo, who struggled as he was pulled away from Michael and Micky.

"You killed him, Nesmith!" Ringo shouted. "I'll get you and your little bitch too!"

I struggle between telling you guys my ideas and holding back bc I've dealt with people plagiarizing my shit in the past

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