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๐˜’๐˜๐˜“๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜™ ๐˜˜๐˜œ๐˜Œ๐˜Œ๐˜•
๐–ฏ๐–ซ๐– ๐–ธ๐–ซ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ณ
๐– ๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ค๏ผŽ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฉ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฆ๐–พ๐— ๐–ฌ๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ซ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—Œ ๐–ฅ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๏ผš๐–ด๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐—’ ๐–ฆ๐—‚๐—‹๐—…
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ ๏ผš ๐–ถ๐—๐–บ๐—'๐—Œ ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’๏ผŸ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๏ผš๐–ฌ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ฏ๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘ ๏ผš๐–ง๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฎ๐—‡
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–ฏ๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐— ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๏ผš๐–ก๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–ณ๐—ˆ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ฎ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ซ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๏ผŸ
๐– ๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ถ๐–ฎ๏ผŽ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฌ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–ฌ๐–พ๏ผŸ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๏ผš๐–ฒ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐–ก๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„๏ผ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๏ผš๐–ฆ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ญ๐–พ๐— ๐–ธ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–ฏ๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐—’
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—…๐—๐–พ๏ผš ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง ๐–ฃ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ๏ผŒ ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง ๐–ซ๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡๏ผš๐–จ ๐–ฒ๐–บ๐—‚๐–ฝ ๐–ถ๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–จ ๐–ฒ๐–บ๐—‚๐–ฝ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–จ ๐–ญ๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฒ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–ณ๐—ˆ ๐–ซ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฌ๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš ๐–ซ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๏ผŒ๐—†๐—’ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡๏ผš๐–ถ๐–พ'๐—๐–พ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฒ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–จ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–ฃ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ถ๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–ฌ๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–ก๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—…๐—’๐—‡ ๐–ก๐–บ๐–ป๐—’
๐– ๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ค ๏ผš๐– ๐—…๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ ๐–ถ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐— ๐–จ๐—
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’๏ผš๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ฆ๐–พ๐— ๐–จ๐— ๐–ฎ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ถ๐—‚๐—๐—
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๏ผš ๐–ฒ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐–ก๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๏ผš๐–ญ๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฒ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๏ผš๐–ซ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–ญ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–ณ๐–บ๐—…๐—„ ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐—
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ฒ๐—๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—ˆ ๐–ฃ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘ ๏ผš ๐–ฆ๐—‚๐—‹๐—…๐—Œ ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–ฅ๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—… ๐–ฃ๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๏ผš๐–ฌ๐—’ ๐–ซ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ก๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐–ง๐—‚๐—†
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’๏ผš๐–ฃ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—Œ ๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ณ๐—‹๐—Ž๐–พ
๐– ๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ฅ๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ฑ๏ผŽ๐–ฅ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—„๐—’ ๐–ณ๐—‚๐—†๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ ๐–ฎ๐–ฟ ๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๏ผš๐–ฒ๐—ˆ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ข๐—…๐—Ž๐–ป๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๏ผš ๐–  ๐–ฒ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฎ๐–ฟ ๐–ด๐—‡๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—Ž๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–ค๐—๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ก๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ฎ๐—‡ ๐–ก๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘: ๐–ฃ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ญ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐– ๐—๐–บ๐—’
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–ข๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๏ผš๐–จ๐—‡ ๐–  ๐–ก๐—‚๐— ๐–ฎ๐–ฟ ๐–  ๐–ฌ๐—Ž๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐—…๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐–ฒ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฌ๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’๏ผš'๐–ฃ๐—Ž๐—†๐–ป ๐–ก๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ'
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ณ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ ๐–ข๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐–ณ๐—ˆ ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฒ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๏ผš๐–ถ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–จ ๐–ถ๐–บ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฒ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–จ ๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฑ๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ฑ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ก๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ง๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐—Œ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ : ๐– ๐—‹๐— ๐–ฒ๐—๐—ˆ๐—๏ผŸ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๏ผš๏ฟผ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆ ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ณ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฃ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘ ๏ผš๐–ฆ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—€๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–ฌ๐–บ๐—‡
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡๏ผš๐–ข๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—„๐—’ ๐–ก๐—ˆ๐—’
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐–พ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๏ผš๐–จ๐— ๐–ฃ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ง๐—Ž๐—‹๐— ๐–ฌ๐–พ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ๏ผš๐–ฒ๐—‚๐—…๐–พ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ฎ๐–ฟ ๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ก๐—‚๐—‹๐–ฝ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๏ผš๐–จ'๐—† ๐–ฒ๐–พ๐—‘๐—’ ๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–จ'๐—† ๐–ช๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๏ผš๐–ฆ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐–ฌ๐–พ ๐–ฆ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ณ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ
๐– ๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ฅ๐–จ๐–ต๐–ค๏ผŽ๐–  ๐–ฑ๐–พ๐–บ๐—… ๐–ง๐—Ž๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ก๐–พ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๏ผš๐–ถ๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ถ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–จ ๐–ฌ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–ฅ๐—ˆ๐—‹๏ผŸ
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๏ผš๐–ณ๐—๐–พ ๐–ณ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ข๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐– ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๏ผš๐–ข๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚ ๐–ข๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚ ๐–ซ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๏ผš๐–จ'๐—† ๐–ค๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ถ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‘ ๏ผš๐–ถ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€
๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐—๐—’ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๏ผš๐–จ๐— ๐–ค๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ถ๐—‚๐—๐— ๐–ด๐—Œ, ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฅ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‡๐—’๏ผŽ
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๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ ๏ผš๐–ณ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–จ๐—Œ ๐–น๐—‚๐—€๐—€๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ

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CECELIA HAD insisted of coming over and taking care of Jules, Tina had also stopped by and dropped off Daisy, the nanny happily taking her as well.

The two close friend rode through London together, until they reach Ziggies.

The car came to a stop, and they hopped out the car.

She wore a white bell sleeve silk blouse, a floral pink waistcoat, blue trouser with thin gold design over them and she finished the look with crème pumps.

She'd kept her hair down and did minimal makeup as always.

The front door of Ziggies opened, the coldness outside instantly taking over the heat inside.

Quickly, Tina shut the door and chuckled.

Emmy inhaled the smoke of her cigarette and looked around the store, that only had few customers.

They both walked to the back, where the one and only Lesley Dawson, also known as Twiggy, stood modelling some clothes for the new line.

Emmy smiled and waved kindly to her, and sat down on the couch. She reached over and picked up one of Simons sketch book, she'd always loved looking through his book, she found it very interesting looking through his designs.

She smiled at the picture he drew off Em, when she tried her wedding dress on.

He even had a sketch of John in his suit, looking incredibly sexy, as always.

She flicked through the pages, and smiled at the drawing of Tina in a beautiful wedding dress.

Em couldn't help herself but giggle, "what are you giggling at?" Tina questioned.

"oh nothing." the blonde replied, with another small laugh.

She closed the book and leaned back on the couch, she watched as Simon lit a joint and passed it too Tina.

It had been a fair while since she'd smoked one of them, Tina offered her it and of course Em took it.

Her eyes closed and she smiled. That morning had been rather quiet, John was off filming the video for Strawberry Fields Forever.

And he had an early night the night before, so she'd had a good night and a decent morning for once.

Emmy stood up and walked over to the record player, she looked through the records and picked out Revolver.

The music begun to play as she sat back down, she bobbed her head along.

It was interrupted by the phone at the front desk ringer, "i'll get it." Em said.

She walked to the front and picked it up, "this is Ziggies."

"hi Clemmy." again it was Paul, "Paul! Hi!" she smiled.

He'd called her every day, the past few days, she liked it. He'd always check up on her and Jules and ask how everything was going.

"how are you doing?" he asked, "yeah good, yourself? How is filming?"

"it's been alright, freezing though." he said, Em chuckled.

"how did you know i was here?" she questioned, "just a wild guess." he replied.

She smiled and twirled the cable around her finger, "are you using a phone box by any chance?" she laughed.

"yeah and it stinks off piss in here." he sighed with a small chuckle.

"oh god Paul." she said while she laughed.

"not worries love, it's worth it just to check up on you. Well i should be off, i'll call you later Em." he smiled at the other end.

"bye Paul." she smiled.

"bye Emmy."

Tina leaned against the wall, "i thought that was John, but McCartney? I would never have guessed."

"he calls me at least three times a day, checking up on me and Jules. It's sweet." the blonde said.

Her manager smiled and looked around the shop, "i can't believe he owns this place, it's just incredible."

"yeah it is, he did good." Em agreed as she watched a women pay for some clothes and the long queue behind her.

She'd help out there was only one till, so there wasn't much she could do about that.

...

A FEW HOURS after had past and Tina was driving Em home, "you don't speak much of John anymore, what's going on there?" she asked.

"nothing..." Em replied, "something been up the past few days, what's wrong, you've been... dull." Tina said.

The first thing that popped to mind was why had she told Paul and she was stopping herself from talking to her best friend, the person she trusted most, about how she felt.

It had felt right telling about Paul about her worries, like she was a hundred percent trusting him.

"i...i just i have this feeling, something just isn't right, it's not normal." the blonde said.

Tina glanced over at her, "like what?"

"i feel like John is hiding something from me, i mean i kind off felt that way about when he was going to purpose but this is way different, wrong." Em told her, staring forward.

"why don't you speak to him about it?" Tina questioned.

"that's the thing Tina, i can't even speak to him, either he doesn't listen or he just forgets what we're even talking about!" she exclaimed frustratingly.

"i can't speak to him about it! He doesn't listen, he doesn't care! He just sits there like i have five fucking heads! He makes me feel absolutely useless and like i'm a bad wife, i don't know how to act around him anymore! He's all over the place and i don't what to do!" Em screeched.

Tina watched as her close friend ranted on about her husband, she felt bad that Em felt that way and she was finally letting it all out.

Her face fell into her head as tears had begun to fall, "oh Em." Tina pulled over right outside the house and wrapped her arms around Emmy.

"it's ok, it's ok." she told her.

"does everybody feel like this?" Em said sadly.

"i don't know, but you'll know what to do, i promise you." The dark haired women told her.

The blonde nodded and wipe her eyes, smearing some of her mascara while she was at it. 

"when does John get back?" Tina asked.

"tomorrow around nine at night, he'll probably not come home though." she said, thinking about what he did most the times when he'd be away doing things.

Tina reach for her hand, she gave it a squeeze and a soft smile, "always remember i'm a call away, always."

Em smiled and nodded, and they wrapped hugged tightly.

"i'll go get Daisy." Em offered.

Tina nodded and handed her some money, "got Cecelia." she smiled.

Emmy smiled and took it out her hand the blonde nodded and got out the car, headed toward the front door.

She took her keys out her bag and opened the door.

"Mama!" little Jules cooed, crawling from the living room.

"Jules! Hi baby!" she smiled, she crouched down and brought him into her arms.

"hello Cecelia, has everything been ok?" Em asked, "absolute delight as usual." the nanny said sweetly.

"could you just take Jules, i'm away to give Daisy back to her mummy." Em said, taking Daisy from Cecelia, "no bother, go ahead."

She walked back out the house and walked towards Tinas car, her manager got out the car and brought Daisy into her arms "oh my love, hello!" she kissed her head.

Daisy giggled slightly, Tina opened the back door and put her daughter into her car seat.

"i'll see you Tina!" Emmy smiled as she begun to walk back to the house.

"bye Em!" she replied, pulling away from Kenwood.

The blonde walked back to the house as she stepped in, Cecelia was packing up her stuff.

She smiled, "thank you so much for today Cecelia."

"it's my absolute pleasure, that little boy of yours is a dream!" the older women said joyfully.

Em picked Jules up "say bye bye to Cecelia."

"b-b-bye." the Jules said cutely, Cecelia smiled widely and kissed his head.

"i'll see you!" The nanny said, walking out the door.

Em smiled to herself and locked the front door, "how was your day Jules?"

He nodded his head, so she took that as a yes, she giggled and sat down with him on the couch.

She turned the television on, and smiled as The Monkees tv show was on.

Something herself and John would sit down together and watched, they had one good laugh while watching.

After ten minutes, the phone begun to ring.

She stood up and walked over to the phone, "hello?"

"hiya love." it was John, "John?" she questioned.

"how you doing sweetheart?" he asked, "uh yeah good, yourself?"

"yeah it's been great! Has anything came for me at all?" he asked.

"uh no, not that i've seen." she replied.

"alright, gear. Well i think we're going to be done early tomorrow, so i'll probably be home back five." he told her.

"alright great." Em responded, looking down.

"i'll call you in the morning, bye love." he said, "bye i love..." she didn't even have time to say 'i love you' he had already hung up.

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