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"I think you’ve misunderstood, mate—"
"I am John Lennon. Damon, eh? Good name. Lots of people don’t have middle names. Nice to meet you.”
"Yeah. And I'm Damon Peirce. I know your name now, silly."

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@shaggyhairedboy
{ + 3 }
"I think you’ve misunderstood, mate—"
"I am John Lennon. Damon, eh? Good name. Lots of people don’t have middle names. Nice to meet you.”
"Yeah. And I'm Damon Peirce. I know your name now, silly."
+shaggyhairedboy
Blaine chuckled looking up at the very tall man “Of course! What kind of person would I be if I just left you there all ‘deer in headlights’? Now let’s go find that shoe! All eyes on the ground!” she said leading Damon back down the side walk
Damon beamed, following the girl. She was actually the first person he'd talked to since he arrived here- other than Gretchen. But they always talked, so she didn't count. But the fact that this girl was willing to help him just made his day. "Well- thank you."
Then I guess I can’t throw myself at you. It sucks to make so much sense.
Oh, come on. You could still do that.
If you made even more sense than you already do, I’d throw myself at you because I’d have no idea what else to do with myself.
I make so much sense, though. There's no way I could make more sense.
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"Named after ‘im?" John asked, quirking his brow. "I am! John Winston Lennon. What’s your name, mate?"
"That's really cool. I think. John Lennon was great."
"I'm Damon, though. Damon Peirce. I don't- I don't have a middle name.
+shaggyhairedboy
"Oh, that certainly is strange. How about we turn around and go back the way you came, maybe it’s somewhere along that route?" Blaine suggested "You’re welcome, Damon. I’m Blaine, I bet you’re nice too."
"Oh, yeah. That'd be the best thing to do. But- thanks again. A lot. Really."
Best of Dean and Rory
That is really irrelevent.
Yeah, well, you're irrelevant.
+shaggyhairedboy
Blaine chuckled “I’d be glad to help, this is certainly an interesting situation. Shall we retrace our steps?”
"Well- I got out of my car a few blocks back. And then I started walking- and now it's gone," The male said, shaking his head a little. "I'm not even totally sure when I lost it, which is weird. Because it's my shoe."
"I'm Damon, though. And- just- thanks. Your nice."
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”—Bit lost, sweetheart? Me too. Me name’s Lennon. John Lennon.”
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"But- but John Lennon? Where you named after the one guy?"
+shaggyhairedboy
"Oh, hello there, you look lost. Need any help?"
"Only a little bit lost. But I think I can handle it. I think. I mean-"
"So if you can help me find that, that'd be great."
You’re breathing while sitting around, too.
Yeah, but so are you, so that doesn't count.
Do you really have to do anything?
Well, yeah. I can't just sit around here all day.
+deandrawinchester
Hey! I- could you tell me where I am, maybe?
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So, I'm here. Now what do I do?