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I felt absolutely exhausted and I just woke up. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it too my chest. I wish I could just sleep forever. I heard the faint sound of a phone ringing.
"Elton's on the line." Paul's voice said.
I opened my eyes to see him in the doorway. He looked hungover and exhausted. It took me a minute to get out of bed. I wandered over to the phone and took it from Paul.
"Hello?" I said tiredly.
"John, please come back home." Elton pleaded.
"Why?"
"Because you can't just run away from your-" I hung up on Elton. I don't want to deal with his crap right now.
I was better off with Paul fucking McCartney than dealing with that mess. As long as Paul didn't try anything we'd be alright. I wonder where Linda is I haven't seen her at all.
"Where's Linda?"
"She went on holiday with the kids, I didn't go because I wanted alone time." Paul said quickly.
"Oh okay..."
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