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The Beatles
"You got into Oxford University." Allow me to explain the gravity of this change - I, an unencumbered American eighteen year old had been accepted to Oxford, where, I would obviously be extremely encumbered. • • • Oxford and the 1960's. This is the overachieving student's dream. Two particular overachievers, Diane Young and Billie Keating, find themselves sharing an apartment in the heart of the experience. Follow Young, Keating, Lennon, and McCartney through the wild and unpredictable experience that is undergrad. • • • John rolled his eyes, looking at the grey skies with speculation and broodiness. "I never got your name?" "Diane Young." "John Lennon." He responded, closing his eyes. • • • "Uhm, I'm Paul McCartney. Who are you- I mean, what's your name?". He tried his hardest to maintain eye contact but failed consistently. "I'm Billie Keating.", I said warmly,"And are you asking because you need to use my textbook?" updates every thursday and friday(or when we feel like it, but you can depend on thursday and friday). @tragicalmysterytour - Diane Young. @eptisletodippy - Billie Keating. NOT MCLENNON GS
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----------- Based on the song, "It's Only Love" By The Beatles. The story is told through memories, letters, flashbacks, and diary entries. December 1964 Liverpool, England _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Karma Vaughn arrived in Liverpool beneath a sky so gray it felt like dusk had swallowed the morning. The wind off the Mersey bit through her coat, a far cry from the sun-soaked hills of the Texan countryside she'd left behind. But she didn't mind the chill- it made her feel awake, alive, like something was finally happening. She came chasing a dream and carrying a name nobody knew yet. Her great-grandmother had once sailed from Liverpool to Galveston, leaving behind cobblestone streets and red-brick row houses for open plains and southern skies. Now, generations later, Karma had returned, driven not by heritage, but ambition. She wanted to write. To tell stories. And Liverpool, pulsing with music, youth, and something electric she couldn't quite name, felt like the perfect place to begin. Fresh out of Texas A&M, she'd spent the last year working odd jobs, scraping together the courage- and the funds- for this leap. Her professors had made good on their promises, sending glowing recommendations across the Atlantic. And just like that, The Liverpool Post had taken a chance on the American girl with a sharp wit and a sharper pen. What she didn't expect was how quickly her world would spin. Behind every byline, every interview, every smoky barroom conversation, loomed the faces shaping a generation. Some smiled easily. Some saw right through her. But one of them- cocky, maddening, brilliant- had the nerve to spark something inside her she wasn't ready for. She didn't particularly like John Lennon. And yet, somehow, she already knew this story was going to be about him. ----- These are real people in fake scenarios written by me. I obviously don't own The Beatles or any lyrics or anyone or anything mentioned. #1 in #Lennon 5/30/25 -----

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