“Damn, it’s dark,” cursed Neil Aspinall as he maneuvered his van around a tight turn on the deserted road. “So what?” replied John. “There’s nothing to see for miles on either side of the road but moors.” “It was rather pretty driving out here,” Ringo called up from the back seat of the van. “All …
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