As I sit here in the Chestnut Tree Cafe, where all dismissed Party members go, I remember when I saw Julia again. She looked stiff. As I remembered our old relationship, the thought of loving her repulsed me. But we talked. It was awkward on both ends. We acknowledged our mutual betrayals, as if it was no big deal, which it wasn't. We promised to meet again, but I honestly don't believe that either of us wants to continue our friendship.
I sit here crying as I remember a time of happiness with my family, but it must be my mind conjuring up a false image. But as I look up and see Big Brother on the telescreen, I am happy. I listen to the news delivering a speech about a war victory, and I am happy.
I love Big Brother.
LONG LIVE BIG BROTHER
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