Imagine

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Paul McCartney was having a siesta in his lounge one afternoon when in his semi-somnolent state this thought struck him: Poor John Lennon got shot in his prime_ could have happened to me, couldn’t it? This thought left him morose and anxious, his heart palpitating, his throat dry and parched, and his temperature dropping by a whole degree. I hope it’s not the beginning of another bout of depression, he thought. But suddenly he perked up. Another thought had emerged: Had I been the one shot, it would have been Paul McCartney Airport!