June comes to school at 3.30. At 4 we walk down to the bus stop at Greenacre Hall. She goes at 4.20. Feeling very strange I walk back to the 6th form where Christine and Michael Stott are larking around. Go home on the 5 o'clock bus.
Christine and I are the last people out of the block, leaving Mary to her devices.
Sad, quiet evening.
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Saturday February 1, 1986
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