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Monday December 21, 1981

 To the YP. Back from the YP. God save the YP. Kiss my arse, the YP. 

Ally came to Leeds to deliver a contract and met me at 2pm. We went to Da Mario's for food. I had a panzerotti and she had a lasagne. Mine was brill.

Life would be such fun if Ally worked in Leeds. She went shopping afterwards and picked me up at 5. She managed to get rid of her awkward present buying.

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