Well, Julia's not a spy for the Thought Police. Yes, that's her name. Julia. The dark-haired girl is Julia.
When we met at our hideout, it was just like the Golden Country from my dream. Something about it made me never want to leave. And we talked. I learned so much, not only her name. I learned she hates Big Brother and the rules of the Party. But most importantly, I learned she has slept with scores of Party members, not just me. Most men would find this unattractive, but I only find it more enticing. Because now I know this, I know that scores of men are against the Party as well! There is hope!
Before I met with Julia, I didn't know what to expect. I loved the idea of her and the idea of an act of rebellion, but after our time in our own Golden Country: I love her. Not just the idea of her, but her and her carefree attitude and her trampled sash. I love her and the way she makes me feel. The way she makes me feel alive.
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