Dear diary,
Forgive me reader for the following incomplete sentences, but the Thought Police has arrived! The telescreen behind the... Mr. Charrington with the fake appear... I am to remain still, but I must write, even if they burn this. Ugh!
I must write, even if I... Ugh! Julia. She is being brutally beaten, worse than I. I am sorry for not completing this. This might be my final conclusion in the diary of Winston Smith. Farewell to whoever obtains this. Remember, whoever controls the past, controls the...
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