Letter in Your Bag (For Me)

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1970

Dear Paul,

I miss you.

I miss you, and I mean it. I miss writing songs with you, talking with you, joking with you, laughing with you, I miss everything about you. Why did this happen? A bird shouldn't have gotten between us like this, tearing The Beatles apart.

I still love you, you know. I still love you, and I can't stop myself from doing so. I love you, I need you in my life. Come back to me, please. I love you so much.

John sealed the envelope, then put it in the mailbox. "I love you."

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"Hmm." Paul sifted through his mail, then stopped at a certain envelope.

It was from John.

A bit of happiness sparked in his heart, then his face morphed into a scowl. "I don't care what you have to say." He tossed it into the fireplace without a second thought. "I hate you so much."

A while later, he took the letter out and threw it into a random box instead. "Fuck you."

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