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Rose Beam’s Diary
9thJuly 1985
I’m pregnant.
Frankly, I’m bloody terrified. I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried ringing Thom but there’s been no answer. I went to his house after work today but nobody was in. I hope he’s OK, especially after what he told me about those horrible brutes he owes money to. I can’t think straight about this, I need to talk to someone. Hang on, Mum is calling me downstairs . . .
