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Sunday April 13, 1986

 Moorhouse Inn, Leeds LS11 5NQ

2nd Sunday after Easter

Cousin Bev.
A pushy girl came in for a bar job and did nothing but moan about her previous, nay current employer. We immediately smelled trouble and shut the door behind her with a sigh of relief. No more interviews. Quiet lunch. To Guiseley later. Beverley came tonight. A tall, striking girl. A real brick. She pulls a good pint. Much whispering about my appointing a kinswoman. I love it.

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