When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

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Time 2h 9m

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I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me and I swear, not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand.

*NOT A BLOODY BEATLES FANFIC*All Rights Reserved

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