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“You’re fuckin’ insane.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Don’t fuckin’ tell me what to do.”
Paul could no longer remember who had started the argument, but he was damn well going to be the one to finish it. John just needed to get his head out of his arse for once.
“You think you’re so great just because you’re ‘Paul fuckin’ McCartney.’ Well, think about this—nobody cares,” John yelled.
“I swear, if you say another word, I’ll leave.”
John’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward until their faces were centimeters apart. “Another word.”
…Paul was ashamed of how much he laughed.