I knew that this was going to happen sometime or another.
Julia and I were standing there. And we said “we are dead,” then we heard this voice. But what was it? It could only be one thing, a telescreen. The telescreen then said, “you are dead.” Troops began to invade our apartment. They beat and hurt Julia. Then I saw Mr. Charrington. I realized that he was a member of the thought police. We had been caught. We didn't even bother to think that there could be a hidden telescreen. Poor Julia.
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