Dear Diary,
Hope lies in the proles. The red haired lady made me realize that the proles need to rebel against the party to defeat them. As me and Julia are talking in our room a voice comes from behind the picture of St.Clements. It was a telescreen. And the voice was Mr.Charrington's. He is a member of the thought police. Instantley Julia and I were arrested.
Sincerely,
Winston
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