So me and my sister got an idea for a story. I wrote a bunch of it, then webs deleted all of it but this little paragraph. You could saw I'm beyond mad right now.
I met him on July 6, 1957 after a performance at the garden fete of St Peter's Church in Woolton, Liverpool. I had been performing with the Quarrymen, a group I had created. After the performance I first noticed him. He was tapping his leg along with the beat of the last song that was played. I sat my guitar down as he approached. He flipped his dark hair from his curious eyes. Soon followed a conversation about the band and then he left.
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