19th June 2017

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Infront of the silver car loomed the dreary headquarters. Above the headquarters, a thick grey fog hid the four spires rising from the building. Towards the headquarters a bridge lead from the security gates to the main entrance where an incandescent yellow leaked from the windows. Through the open gate a silver car passed security guards onto the bridge.

 

The air was filled with the sound of keyboard taps and students talking.

The ecology of the planet collapsed after the citizens ignored the warning signs.

It was a bright cold day in april. The clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith nuzzled his chin into his breast. So he can escape the vile wind. As he slipped quickly through the glass doors of victory mansions. Although not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust entering with him.

Winston Smith slipped through the glass doors of victory mansions. He nuzzled his chin into his breast. In an effort to stop the vile wind. He was not quick enough to prevent a swirl of dust entering with him.

Winston smith nuzzled his chin into his breast. He slipped through the glass doors of victory mansions. Though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of dust entering along with him. In an effort to stop the vile wind

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