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Paul's POV
The lads and I had just gone out for lunch, at this wonderful cafe nearby.
It was just me, John, and George at the cafe. Ringo had stayed behind, saying that he wanted to work on his new drum solo for the new song John and I wrote. We said our goodbyes to him, and then we were off.
Now, however we were back, and we were nearing the door to his practice room, to tell him that we had returned. While John and George were still joking around and laughing, I heard a small whimper.
I immediately shushed the two of them. "Shhh...guys...do you hear that?" I ask them.
Then came a small sob. I whip my head around to see George's eyes widen with fear and concern. "What was that?" John asked, a crease forming in between his eyebrows. "More like, who was that." I mumble under my breath.
"The sobs became louder, and I opened the door as fast as I could. There, laying on the ground with his arms and legs tied, was Ringo.
"Ringo!" we exclaim.
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