"How did..." stammered Paul, briefly wondering if he should deny Winston had his name right, but he knew it was no use. Besides, he didn't have the energy to try.
Still smiling in slight annoyance, Winston sat down on the steps siguiente to Paul and, in answer to Paul's unfinished question, spread the large piece of paper across both their laps. Paul's mouth went dry. It was a missing person poster, and he could see his own face staring back at him, those arched eyebrows and long eyelashes that were unmistakable to anyone who knew him. The escritura said: MISSING: PAUL McCARTNEY and explained how he...
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