It Worked

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John, George just published a story on Wattpad. Guess what it's about.

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I'm going to say food.

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Not even close. It's about us being a couple and it is honestly the worst thing I have ever read.

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George wrote a McLennon fanfic?!? Oh, my God! I would have never seen that coming.

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I didn't see it coming either. Do you have any idea why he would do that? It was pretty disturbing and I was a little uncomfortable reading it. You should check it out before I go any further.

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Okay, I just did. I think I know why he did it. You know he's got his underwear in a bunch if he ends the chapter with, "Take that, Lennon!" I, um, kind of wrote a story about him and Ringo. You know, Starrison.

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Ah, yes. I just now saw it, and I can see why that would tick him off. "Ringo could see the sandalwood oil running down George's bare back and he wanted him more than ever." Um, John, that's crossing a line there.

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You really think so? I thought that it was fine, and he didn't object to it.

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Uh-huh.

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What? You don't believe me? For shame, Macca. Anyway, I've got to go. I want to write a friendly little email to George.

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Subject: Hello, George
How are you this lovely morn? Enjoying some coffee? Probably a box of donuts? Oh, I'm glad you're having a good time, because I am SO GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER IN MY BOOK AND THIS ONE'S GOING TO BE TEN TIMES WORSE THAN THE LAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have a good day, George. ✌️✌✌

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Okay, Ringo, John sent me an email and he is pretty mad by the way he was acting. I'd say he saw our story, so we're going to write another chapter and it will be even more smutty than the last. What do you say?

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Um, George, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this payback thing you and John have got going on, so I think I'm just going to sit back from it.

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Ringo, don't back out now. We've only just started this book. I'm planning on a one hundred chapter extravaganza! It's going to be Fifty Shades of McLennon!

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George, you're sounding a little crazy. Maybe you should just ignore John. That would be easier.

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And let him win? No, Richard, I'm not backing down. This is so on. Are you writing the next chapter with me or not?

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To tell you the truth, George, Barbara caught me helping you write the first chapter and told me that it was sick and that I had to stop, so you're on your own, buddy.

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So be it, Richard. I will go on without you. I will miss my co-writer. 😢

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Oh, George, don't cry! I'll help you! But it would mean lying to Barbara . . .

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That's what has to be done, I'm sorry to say. Let the writing begin!

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Subject: Help! I Need Somebody!
Okay, Paul, I just figured out that Ringo was helping George write his stories, so you're going to help me.

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John, I don't want to choose sides here.

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It's just not me they're messing with, Paul; they're messing with you. Don't you feel a little angry about what they're doing? Doesn't that bother you that hundreds of teenage girls actually like what they're writing about us? That we have a "thing" going on that doesn't exist?!?

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Yes, it's disturbing, but I'm not one for all this revenge stuff.

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Paul, chap, mate, pal, buddy. You have to understand this isn't cool.

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I know, but I don't want to.

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Don't want to what? Finish your sentence, for God's sake!

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I just don't want to be mean to them.

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Paul, this isn't being mean. This is just for fun. Come on.

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John, it's silly.

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No, it's not. You are going to help me, and TOGETHER WE WILL CREATE THE BEST THING IN HISTORY!!!!!

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We've already done that. Well . . . okay, I'll help, but I'll probably regret it.

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Great! Thanks. Now, first off, what do you think is the most attractive thing about me?

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