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The prole woman who sings outside our window everyday is beautiful. she is beautiful because despite the hardships of her life- she has persevered and remained exactly as herself. She is unchanging. A snippet of once was and should be that still exists. She is alive.

We are the dead...

It is finally happening!! They have come to arrest us. We die now. No!! They are beating Julia. Stop it! No, no! don;t crush the paperweight. How small and fragile the coral really is. It must be protected now that the glass is shattered. But is is crushed by a heavy boot. The boot of... Mr. Charington. Mr. Charington is a member of the Thought Police! And there was a telescreen behind the picture of the church all along!
No! No!

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off you head!