A few days ago, I helped a comrade who fell down. When she got to her feet, she passed me a note that said, “I love you.” and ran off. A few days later, our paths again crossed in the cafeteria, and we conspired to meet in Victory Square, where we can talk further more openly and away from the telescreens. I used to think that she was spying on me, but now I trust her fully. This could end up plusgood or very doubleplusungood -- but it’s definitely thoughtcrime. Is she worth being vaporized for? Also, she wears a Junior Anti-Sex League sash… Should I hold her hand?
posted by 6079 Smith W. on Apr 1, 2014 - 9 comments