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Dec 2014
"John's dead. He's been shot."
  
Who would **** John? Why now? Why not '65, when half of America wanted him dead? Oh, God. I'm going to faint. I'm going to be sick. This isn't real. This isn't happening. He's alive, yes, he's alive. Living, breathing, alive. It was just a joke, some freak calling me just to get a response from a Beatle. No, Lin, I don't believe it. Are you sure? Is he...? Jesus Christ... Jesus ******* Christ... The **** of all jerks... I gotta get in the studio. George? Yes, I know. I know. Yeah, you still in the mood to get in the studio? Alright, I'll see you there. No, that doesn't sound right... Play it back again. That's fine. George, I'm... I'm gonna go. It's just too hard, ya know? I thought it would help, but it didn't. I'll call you. Oh, I was very shocked, ya know. It's terrible news. Um, I was just listening to some stuff, ya know, I just didn't want to sit at home. I didn't feel like it. This morning some time. Yeah.
**Drag, isn't it?
A rather different piece--
From the POV of Paul McCartney, from the phone call to a quick interview outside of the recording studio (word by word).
Just a run through of his thoughts the day John Lennon was killed,
this day in 1980.
34 years too soon.
Rest easy, John.

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