Part 2: Chapter II

Two hours have passed, and I remain remorseful. I now realize my political disobedience. This is beyond thoughtcrime; its physical crime. I should have never... I don't want to see her again. I should just remain in my own cubicle-away from her-and go my own way. She just causes trouble. No more associating with her at lunch. I'd rather be with Mr. Parsons, or Syme. Syme is a wiser man filled with vast knowledge. Maybe one day he could help me come up with a word for what I have done. The friendship of the black-haired girl: terminated.