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Paul McCartney was an ordinary man. There was nothing to distinguish him from the average. Yet, without him even realising it, a strange and tangible atmosphere lingered around him. In his large house, even the walls seemed to hold their breath. The shadows, longer and thicker than normal, seemed to slide from one corner of the room to another. There was this sensation, an indescribable feeling, that something huge had just happened. But Paul paid it no mind. He was unaware of any of these signs. One morning, as he left for work, Paul found a crowd of journalists camped outside his door. Flashes, microphones thrust towards him. Utter chaos. What was happening?
"Paul!" one of them shouted. "What do you plan to do next with The Beatles?"
Paul furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed. He had never heard this name before. "The... what?"
A murmur ran through the crowd, but Paul, growing more confused, could only repeat his question:
"Excuse me, but who are you talking about?"
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FanfictionAn ordinary life. Scattered memories. Wordless melodies. Familiar faces. An identity quest. Paul McCartney is one day asked about The Beatles, except that... he has no idea what it means. He never ever heard the name The Beatles, nor John Lennon. ...
