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He rolled up the completed bundle of work and slid it into the pneumatic tube. Eight minutes had gone by. He re-adjusted his spectacles on his nose, sighed, and drew the next batch of work towards him, with the scrap of paper on top of it. He flattened it out. On it was written, in a large unformed handwriting:
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I love you.
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For several seconds he was too stunned even to throw the incriminating thing into the memory hole. When he did so, although he knew very well the danger of showing too much interest, he could not resist reading it once again, just to make sure that the words were really there.
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~ George Orwell, from 1984
this is the freedom of the universe
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.You feel you are hedged in; you dream of escape; but beware of mirages. Do
not run or fly away in order to get free: rather dig in the narrow place
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