Syme has vanished... ceased to exist. All of history, changed... destroyed? lost? Hate Song... for Hate Week. The poster... the new poster all around London. The muzzle of the gun, always watching me... Always pointing at me. Julia, our sweating bodies, our torn clothes, our hiding spot... our home. Meeting 7 times in June... beautiful security. The route to our home... dangerous and deadly, but the home: sanctuary. The runway to Heaven. The paperweight, the pink coral... all stopped in time and history. Live my life with Julia, the rest of my life, forever. Doing everything together, always being together. Rebelling against the Party... what was our first step? It was impossible... She says everyone secretly hates the Party... Oh so true? The daily bombing... was it Oceania itself? Impossible... or the Party: claiming to invent the helicopter, then the airplane... what next?... the steam engine? One war after another... does it matter who we are allies with, than who we were allies with? No connection to the Inner Party... Bless the later generations.
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