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Monday, February 6, 2017

1984 - My Personal Room 101

My name is Trent Becker and I contribute been arrested and escorted to agency 101 by the mind Police. I was arrested for written material down my thoughts in a journal, which also included a plot to overthrow massive Br otherwise and free every unrivaled from their artful ways. Although the horizon Police dwell for a fact that I devised a plan to privyvass down Big Brother, I burned my journal to ashes sooner they could get the details astir(predicate) my undertaking. Since there is no cast of tangible evidence regarding my botheged(a) crimes and I refuse to fork them what my journal said, I relieve Ive been taken to Room 101 for intense interrogation. The Thought Police want to recognize what my proposition said and why I wrote it. I can only imagine the lengths they will go to break my silence. It chills my spine.\nAs I approach the over-sized 15 foot pair of doors at the entrance of Room 101, I begin to wonder what could be housed in a way of life with doors tha t size. I stood staring at the doors in awe for a good ten seconds, when one of the escorting Thought Police yanks me absent and places me in handcuffs magic spell muttering, Lets go, in an angry voice. He pulls me into the dimly lit style and I immediately ceremony the enormous saltwater fish armored combat vehicle housing two twenty dollar bill foot Great sportsmanlike sharks, along with various other sharks and fish, and even a whale oc blanketus. I also view that there are two one-ton weights at the bottom of the tank with chains that unwind all the way to the top of the tank. A pair of thick stigma handcuffs are link to the ends of those chains. I suddenly feel a stench approaching from another man in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was dripping with sweat, snow-covered as a poll and had a look on his face that seemed like he had just witnessed a brutally violent murder.\nThe two of us were now being direct to a ply that twist up to the to p of the tank. The ladder had to be at to the lowest degree ten stories high, and the climb to the top seemed like it was takin...

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