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Tuesday July 7, 1981

 _. Up at 10 for breakfast in the hotel. ___________.Exiting the restaurant Ally suddenly looked like death and she fainted on the stairs just as the manager was coming down carrying a bed. I carried her, out cold, to room 45 [our love nest], where we passed the remainder of the day. Tranquility. I went out this evening and bought a couple of paperbacks. 'The Inheritors' by Harold Robbins, and Ken Follet's 'The Eye of the Needle'. 

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