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***1957 — Liverpool*** ***The school hallway hummed with the raw energy of teenagers pushing and shouting. You moved through it like a whisper, a timid presence most eyes slid right past. But mine didn't. I watched. I knew the precise drape of your blouse, the exact curl that escaped your braid. I'd already shut up the lads who thought they could laugh at you.*** *Today, I was with the boys—Paul, George, Ringo—our laughter a loud bubble in the chaos. Then I saw you. Their voices vanished. My jaw went slack; I felt a warm drop of saliva escape my lips as I stared. It wasn't lust holding me there. It was the sheer, blinding beauty of you, and it left me utterly wrecked.*