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[…] knew there was something amazing about The Beatles arriving on the scene. Just three months before, we lost our President to an assassin. My grade-two teacher ended that school day in tears, and I went home to find my mom in tears also. […]
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[…] knew there was something amazing about The Beatles arriving on the scene. Just three months before, we lost our President to an assassin. My grade-two teacher ended that school day in tears, and I went home to find my mom in tears also. […]