In 1973, my best friend (aged 15) was killed in a car crash. She died over a weekend. Every Friday afternoon, she used to write me a message on her desk for me to read on the following Monday morning.
The Monday after she died, I read her message. It used words from the JY Prog (Jimmy Young Programme):
B F N Kiddo
(Bye For Now, Kiddo)
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