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Katrina Davies is a different girl. She belongs to a family of four boys, and she, who is the penultimate child, was born as the troubled girl. As soon as she turns twenty-two, the girl, who has already become a woman, receives a call from a special friend, who is starting to form a band. She doesn't know what awaits her...
Anna is a distracted and irritable girl, and on a rainy day she went to visit her grandmother's house in the small town of Liverpool, and a weekend that should be one of the most boring... turns out to be the most amazing of her life. A time travel, that every Beatlemaniac would like to have the opportunity to have.
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In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.
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