my angel my darling and so on, somehow we get by my dearest, through stress and heartache and all that. Oh but why are you so dressed up my precious? as if for your own funeral, or exam day! But of course my darling, I have always loved you as my brother and so on. Dreams you say, my angel. But of course, the constant themes of war and fear and so on, as always, as always, my angel my dear. Honoured Franco Fascivic, however did you manage it? Did you dream to, Fasco Francovic. I mean, Franco Honouric, I mean, I'm terribly flustered and all that. Yours? The Oxen minds are ours! But of course I'm deeply superficial and all that, and the orange ones are simply divine, my angel, my dear and so on and all that. But doublethink of course, my comrade my dear and all that. You must believe and not believe, forget and remember at a moments notice, lie and believe it as truth, lie to yourself and believe it, then lie about the lie and so on. And as I write, perfectly civilised people are flying overhead trying to kill me and so on. It's a heart isn't it my darling? Beating away making all that noise and pain and so on. So much hassle my angel, I don't bother with it anymore. Simply freedom and liberty and all that for all and so on, after all, if liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear and all that. Oh but I'm babbling my dear, rambling and so on.
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