RINGO'S POINT OF VIEW
November 29th, 2001
The día I lost the amor of my life. Forever.
One of the last times I saw him was July. My daughter had brain surgery and I could't stay long. "Do tu want me to come with you?" George offered. "What? No, tu can't. You've got to stay here and get rid of the cancer." I can't believe I dicho a thing like that. "So? I've missed you. I don't want tu to have to leave me." I was most likely blushing when he grabbed my hand.
"Ritchie, I need to tell tu something." He sat up. I got scared and just walked out. That was a mistake. Me, George, and Paul went out...
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