I am back at this Chestnut Tree... Africa in its struggles. The telescreens, how I had awaited for the Bullitens. Julia, oh Julia, how I missed her so... But were we meant to be forever? We only talked for so much, but yet so little. She betrayed me, I betrayed her. She was my mirror. Two plus Two always equals five. Oh Mother... The memory of Mother, of the past. Snakes and Ladders. Laughter, with the sister. Laughter with my mother. Myself enjoying laughter. The family together... My struggles were complete. My journey was complete... "With my clean freedom, it shall lift my sorrows, my bottle, never empty, for it will be my gin. With this mind, it shall light my way in darkness. With the poster of Big Brother and the telescreens, I ask you to be mine."
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