The dark haired girl is not a spy of the thought police.
Her name is also Julia, the girl that loves me is named Julia, the beautiful youthful young woman is named Julia.
The dark haired girl is named Julia!
Julia led me deep into the meadow where there were no telesccreens, and where we could talk. She laughed at me when I told her I though she was a spy. She hates Big Brother, which made me smile cause I too hate him. I also learned that she has slept with plenty of men. So why is that sash still tied around her beautiful thin waist?
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