She stood still as I looked at her , she had bent her back to the point I can see , what is been hidden all her life.
Cheers and slapping, with heavy smell of sweat and alcohol, I wondered if this truly what we crave as humans from our fellow humans in the form of pleasure
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For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the New speak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible.
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