Paul stared at me, clearly shocked, and I had slight misgivings, wondering if what I had sinabi was considered very rude in the nineteen fifties. But I was desperate! I only had four days left to get Paul to meet John! I had to try something.
“Wales?” Paul repeated. “You want me to take you on a petsa to Wales?”
“Well... I....” What to say? I could hardly tell him his future bandmate was going there.... “I thought it would be nice,” I improvised. “I never really travel anywhere.” That was true. “And besides – ” on sudden inspiration – “I hear there are opportunities...
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