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Lennon stares at Paul’s hands for a moment, before pointedly diverting his gaze towards the window. “Well y’best close the curtains if yer gonna do that then- less you want ‘em scaling the siding.” 

Girls had been gathered at the hotel for the entirety of their trip. Apparently, spending days camping out without shelter or toilets was worth the chance of seeing a real live Beatle brush his teeth. America was truly an incredible place- shame they got to see so little of it. 

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                HE HAS A POINT,  and Paul’s gaze momentarily drifts to the exposed window before a hum leaves his throat in agreement.  “ Right, that, y ’ know, though … I figure ‘f they’re willin’ t ’ climb, what, seven, eight flights? They deserve ‘a bit of a peep, y ’ know? ”  A LAUGH as a second wind of amusement battles with his exhaustion for control, fingers latching around the remaining buttons as his face screws up into something immature & humorous. “ Come an’ get it girls – while it’s fresh  &  only completely drenched through t ’ the skin with sweat. YUM.