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We couldn't all be married to the same Beatle, and Cynthia already had John. I didn't know it was okay to be in love with a married celebrity... I was ashamed to admit it....
I could convincingly state that George was cuter than John... except if you dwelt on the spectacular length of his teeth, but John had the magnetism, was funnier, and I loved his singing. Anyway, though, I was never even tempted by Paul. Kathy, so tediously haughty, which conflicted so with her insipid tastes, of course, staked him out immediately. And my sister was right 'round the bend for Ringo.
We all gossiped mercilessly about Cynthia behind her back.
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