Sunday Night Is The Junior Anti-Sex League Meeting!
A blustery day here on the coast. Very nice for a change, I wore my leather Turkish jacket to the coffee shop and finished this. And yes, I am in a rut, thanks ever so much.
At the age of three, I refused all toys except a rifle, a drum, and a model helicopter. At eighteen, I designed a hand grenade that killed 38 Eurasian prisoners at a single burst. I had no interests outside the principles of Ingsoc, and the complete and final elimination of Thought Criminals. I denounced my parents during grade school for Thought Crime. At the age of twenty three, while flying dispatches across the Indian ocean I was attacked by Eastasian fighter jets. Weighting myself down with a machine gun, I jumped from my helicopter. An end, one should realize, to be envied!
Order of Conspicuous Merit, 2cnd Class.
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